The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the
strongest man around that they offered a standing
$1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until
all the juice ran into a glass and hand the lemon
to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop
of juice out would win the money.
Many people had tried over time (weightlifters,
longshoremen, etc.) but nobody could do it.
One day this scrawny little man came in, wearing
thick glasses and a polyester suit and said in a
tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try the bet."
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said
okay, grabbed a lemon and squeezed away.
Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to
the little man.
But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as
the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six
drops fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000
and asked the little man, "What do you do for a
living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, or what?"
The man replied, "I work for the IRS."
