We went out to supper with Catfish and Gator Babe the other night. When a man sitting at a neighboring table ordered a scotch it reminded me of this story. Dusty Roads, being a scotch connoisseur, can relate to the man in this story.
A man walks into a bar and orders Smith & smith 12-year old scotch, a rare whiskey. Figuring the man wouldn’t know any better, the bartender pours a glass of the house scotch.
The man takes one sip and spits the scotch out. “This is clearly some cheap house brand,” says the man. “I specifically ordered Smith & Smith 12-year old scotch.”
The bartender, pissed off about being caught, pours a glass of Johnnie Walker and serves it.
The man takes one sip and spits the scotch out. “This is Johnnie Walker, and while it is a fine scotch, it is not what I ordered. I ordered Smith & Smith 12-year old scotch.
The bartender, just to see how good he is, pours a glass of Smith & Smith 10-year old scotch and serves it to the man.
The man takes one sip and spits the scotch out. “I see you finally found some Smith & Smith, but my good man, this is 10-year old scotch.”
A drunk who’s been listening to the whole thing hands him a full glass. “Here, buddy,” says the drunk, “taste this.”
The man takes one sip, and spits it out. “This is piss!” says the man.
“One for one,” the drunk says. “Now, how old am I?”
Keep your fork