<The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around
> that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a
> lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a
> patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win
> the money. Many people had tried over time - weight lifters,
> longshoremen, etc.--but nobody could do it.

> > One day a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a
> polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try
> the bet." After the laughter had died down, the bartender said O.K.,
> grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. He then 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
> more drops of juice fell into the glass.

> As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man,
"What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight lifter, or what?"
>
> The man smiled knowingly and replied "I work for the IRS".
>