glass, and then hand the lemon to a customer. Anyone who could squeeze even one more drop of juice out of it would win the money. Many people had tried over time—weightlifters, longshoremen, wrestlers—but nobody could do it.
One day, a scrawny little man came into the bar wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit. He walked up to the bartender and said in a squeaky voice, "I'd like to try the bet."
Everyone in the bar laughed at the sight of this little man challenging the bartender, but the bartender, confident as always, grabbed a lemon and squeezed it until it was as dry as a bone. He then handed the wrinkled remains to the little man.
The little man took the lemon, clenched his fist around it, and to everyone's amazement, six drops of juice fell into the glass. The crowd cheered and the bartender, in shock, handed over the $1,000.
As the little man collected his winnings, the bartender asked, "What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, or what?"
The little man replied with a smile, "None of those. I work for the IRS."
