A man walks into a bar and orders a 12-year-old scotch.
The bartender, believing that the customer will not be
able to tell the difference, pours him a shot of the
cheap 3-year-old house scotch that has been poured into
an empty bottle of the good stuff.
The man takes a sip and spits the scotch out on the bar
and reams the bartender. "This is the cheapest 3-year-old
scotch you can buy. I'm not paying for it. Now, give me
a good 12-year-old scotch."
The bartender, now feeling a bit of a challenge, pours
him a scotch of much better quality, 6-year-old scotch.
The man takes a sip and spits it out on the bar. "This
is only 6-year-old scotch. I won't pay for this, and I
insist on, a good, 12-year-old scotch."
The bartender
finally relents and serves the man his best quality, 12-year-old
scotch.
An old drunk from the end of the bar, who has witnessed
the entire episode, walks down to the finicky scotch drinker
and sets a glass down in front of him and asks, "What
do you think of this?"
The scotch expert takes a sip, and in disgust, violently
spits out the liquid yelling "Why, this tastes like
piss,"
The old drunk replies, "That's right, now tell me
how old I am."
