AlamoPA Mailing List: Fw: Gunny

[Sallie Carlson (wacsc11945]

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From: Robert Ahrenkiel <gp-bob11 [at] att.net>
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Sent: Wednesday, January 23, 2019 5:50 PM
Subject: Fw: Gunny

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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 sergeant named  Gunny, 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 
"jarhead" 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 old Marine 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 Marine 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 winked at his assistant to 
suggest something.

She left the room and came back in with a wine glass 
half-full of urine.

The old Sergeant eyed it suspiciously...a color he 
could not quite recall.

He took a sip, swishing it over his tongue and 
across his teeth, 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, ...  UNDERESTIMATE THE TALENTS OF A UNITED 

STATES MARINES NON-COMMISSIONED OFFICER!