Scotch
By A man walked into a bar and ordered a 12-year-old scotch. As the bartender was busy, he decided to serve the guy whatever he had under his hand.
The fellow took a sip, spat it out, and told the bartender, “I asked for a 12-year-old scotch, not a three-year-old one.”
When the bartender heard that, he checked the bottle and was amazed that the fellow was right — he had served him a three-year-old scotch.
The bartender wanted to see how good the fellow was, so he served him another scotch, this time a six-year-old one.
The guy had a sip and spat it out, complaining, “I asked for a
12-year-old scotch, not a six-year-old one.”
The bartender was surprised by how good this fellow was. So the barman decided to play one more little game. He served the customer a nine-year-old scotch instead of a 12-year-old one, as requested.
The fellow had a sip and spat it out, stating, “I think I asked for a 12-year-old scotch, not a nine-year-old one.”
The bartender was very impressed and finally served him the demanded 12-year-old scotch.
The customer took a sip and added, “This is what I asked for in the first place.”
At the end of the counter sat a man who had witnessed this scene. He sent a tumbler to the scotch expert and asked him to take a sip.
The fellow did so, spat it out and said, “Good Lord, that’s piss!”
The other man added, “Now tell me how old I am.”
Edited by calamjo and curtis
