Why to hire young Yacht Brokers

[pilothouse king]

 

[FF]

EXPERIENCED WINE TASTER NEEDED...


EXPERIENCED WINE TASTER NEEDED...

At a wine merchant's warehouse the regular taster died, and the
director started looking for a new one to hire. He posted a sign at
the entrance to the building...

EXPERIENCED WINE TASTER NEEDED POSITION STARTS IMMEDIATELY.

A retired Marine helicopter pilot named "Snake", drunk and with a
ragged dirty look and smelling of last night's rounds, strolled by the
building and saw the sign. He went into the building to apply for the
position.

Aghast at his appearance, the director wondered how to send him away but, to be fair, he gave him a glass of wine to taste. The old pilot held the glass up to his left eye, tilted his head toward incoming
sunlight and studied the contents looking through the glass. He then
took a sip and said, "It's a Southern California Muscat, three years
old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Somewhat
low-grade but acceptable."

"That's correct," said the boss. Glancing at his assistant he
said..."Another one, please."

The pilot took the goblet, full of a deep red liquid, stuck his nose
into the glass, sniffed deeply and took a long slow sip....rolling his
eyeballs in a circle, he then looked at the director and said..."It's
a Cabernet Sauvignon, eight years old, south-western slope, oak
barrels, matured at eight degrees. Requires three more years for the finest results."

"Absolutely correct. A third glass." said the director.

Receiving another glass, again, the pilot eyed the crystal, took in a
little bit of the aroma and sipped very softly....''It's a pinot blanc
champagne, very high grade and exclusive,'' said the drunk calmly.

The director was astonished and whispered to his assistant to suggest something. She left the room and came back in with a wine glass half-full of urine.

The old and bold Marine helicopter pilot eyed it suspiciously...a
color he could not quite recall. He took a sip, swishing it over his
tongue and across his teeth, spit it out, and musing upward all the
while ... "It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if
I don't get the job, I'll name the father."

NEVER EVER UNDERESTIMATE THE TALENTS OF A MARINE HELICOPTER PILOT

 

[JNandJN]

A toothless termite walked into the yacht club bar and climbed up onto a stool. He looked at the crusty captain sitting next to him and said, "Where's the bar tender".