The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the
strongest man around that they offered a standing $1,000.00 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
(weightlifters, longshoremen, etc.) but nobody could do it.
One day this scrawny little man came in, 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 $1,000.00, and asked the
little man, "what do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a
weightlifter, or what?" The man replied, "I work for the IRS."