A little far fetched...but it could happen

At a large wine merchants' warehouse, the regular taster died and the manager started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position. The director of the warehouse wondered how to send him away.
They gave him a glass tof wine.
He tried it and said, "It's a Muscat , three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade but acceptable."
"That's correct", said the boss.
Another glass. "It's a cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results."
"Correct."
A third glass..''It's a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' the drunk calmly advised the warehouse manager.
The director was astonished. He winked at his secretary to suggest a different tactic.
She left the room, and came back in with a glass of urine.
The ragged drunk tried it.
"It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if you don't give me the job, I'll name the father."