When life hands you lemons

Just got this from a friend:

The local bar was so sure 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 out one more drop of juice would win
the money.

Many people had tried over time, including
professional wrestlers and bodybuilders, but no
one could do it. One day a scrawny little man
came in, wearing a tie and a pair of pants
hiked up past his belly button.

He said in a squeaky annoying voice, "I'd like
to try the bet." Even the hillbilly chicks burst
into laughter.

After the laughter had died down, the
bartender said, "Ok," 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 drops fell into the glass. As the crowd
cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and
asked the little man, "What did you do for a
living? Are you a lumberjack, weight lifter, or
what?"

The man replied, "I work for the IRS."