Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time, but nobody could do it.
One day, a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit.
“I’d like to try the bet,” he said in a tiny, squeaky voice. After the laughter had died down, the bartender grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away.
He handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man. But the crowd’s laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1,000 and asked the little man what he did for a living. Was he a lumberjack, or a weightlifter, or what?
—“I work for the IRS”, replied the small wrinkled man.
Need he say more? Good Day.
Source: Bits & Pieces

good timing on that one. hope you don’t get audited
Hi Davis:
Hope not. Fingers crossed.
Bye,
Omar.-