A man walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a vagrant. He's well-dressed and a little snooty.
'I'll have four fingers of your 18-year-old Scotch.'
'That'll be $20.'
The man pulled out a $20 bill and the bartender poured a dram and set it in front of the man. He takes a sip and his face goes sour.
'I ordered the 18-year-old Scotch. What's in this glass is most definitely 10 years old.'
The bartender looked slightly annoyed at the newcomer. He got another glass and filled it and set it in front of the man.
The man took a sip and proclaimed, 'Sir, why have you served me 12-year-old Scotch when I specifically ordered the 18-year-old?'
The bartender was quite upset at this point. He filled another glass and set it in front of the man.
The man took a sip and proclaimed. 'This Scotch is 15 years old. This is an outrage!'
Just then, the vagrant seated next to the man passed him the glass that had been sitting in front of him for the duration of the tussle and said, 'here, try this one.'
The man took a sniff and a small sip and spit it out, proclaiming, 'sir, this is most definitely not Scotch of any kind. It tastes like piss.'
The vagrant said, 'yeah, so how old am I?'
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