The Lemon

 

 A local bar owner was so sure that his bartender was the strongest guy
around that he offered a standing bet of $1,000. The bartender would
squeeze a lemon dry until all the juice ran into a glass. Anyone who
could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money.

Many people had tried over the years: weightlifters; lumberjacks;
firefighters; soldiers; etc. But nobody could do it

One afternoon, a scrawny little man came in wearing thick glasses and
a cheap suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try that
challenge."

After the laughter died down and the little man was still sitting on
the bar stool with a serious face, the bartender grabbed a plump,
juicy lemon, and started squeezing. After a bit more than 30 seconds
of squeezing, the bartender was satisfied that he'd drained every last
drop of juice from the emaciated lemon and set it down in front of the
little man.

The little man picked up the lemon, examined it for a few seconds,
lightly tossed it into the air as if weighing the dried out remains of
the fruit. Then he took an empty glass, held the lemon over top of it
and squeezed the lemon with one hand, producing six tiny drops of
lemon juice.

 

 

 

Everyone was flabbergasted and amazed. The bartender, still in shock,
asked the little man, "What in the world are you? What do you do for a
living?"

The little man replied, "My money, if you please."
And, as the bartender counted out ten $100 bills and handed it to the
little man, he said, "Thank you. I work for the IRS."

 

 

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