The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that they had a standing 10,000 rupees 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 but nobody could do it. One day, a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses. "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 Rs 10,000 and asked the little man what he did for a living. Was he a lumberjack, or a weightlifter, or what? "I work for the Income Tax department."
