Our local pub was so certain that its landlord was the strongest man around town that they offered a continued £1,000 bet. The bet was that the landlord would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass and then hand the lemon to a customer. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money.
Many people had tried over the years, weight lifters, scaffolders and the likes but nobody could do it.
This evening a scrawny little man came into the bar, wearing thick National Health style glasses and a polyester suit. In a tiny squeaky voice he announced "I'll take the bet landlord." A few minutes later and after the raucous laughter had died down, the landlord agreed, grabbed a lemon and squeezed away, handing the wrinkled remains of the peel to the puny little man.
The crowd's laughter rapidly 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 landlord paid the £1,000 winnings and asked the little man what he did for a living. "Are you a weight lifter, a scaffolder or what?" The man replied "No, I work for the Inland Revenue".