A local bar was so sure its barman was the strongest man in the Village, they offered a standing $1000 bet. The barman would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran out and challenge any man to squeeze out another drop.
Weightlifters, arm wrestlers, they all tried and lost the bet.
Then one day, a scrawny wee man, (if he stood sideways you would not see him) wearing scratched glasses and a ten year old polyester suit, walked in and said, “I’d like to take on the bet.”
After the laughter died down, the barman said, “Okay”, grabbed the lemon and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the lemon rind to the little man.
The crowd’s laughter turned to total silence as the wee man clenched his little fist around the lemon and squeezed it and a drop fell into the glass. Then he squeezed some more and another drop fell from the lemon. Without a word the wee man squeezed some more and a third drop fell into the glass.
The crowd in the bar were astonished and speechless.
As the barman paid the $1000 bet, he asked “What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a metal worker, a weight-lifter, or what?”
The little man quietly replied: “I’m a tax collector.”
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