The Strongest Man… or the Smartest?
A local bar was so sure that its barman was the strongest man in the Village that they offered a standing $1,000 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 (so thin if he stood sideways you wouldn’t 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.
But the crowd’s laughter turned to silence as the wee man clenched his little fist around the lemon and squeezed—and a drop fell into the glass.
Then he squeezed some more, and another drop fell. Without a word, he squeezed again, and a third drop landed in the glass.
The crowd in the bar was astonished.
As the barman paid the $1,000 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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