The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that
they offered a standing $1000 bet.
The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and
hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out
would win the money.
Many people had tried over time (weight-lifters, truck drivers, etc.) but
nobody could do it. One day this scrawny little man came into the bar, wearing
thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny squeaky voice “I�d like
to try the bet.”
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said OK, grabbed a lemon, and
squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little
man.
But the crowd�s laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist
around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man
“What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or what?”
The man replied “I work for the IRS.”