A retired man went into the Job Center in Downtown Denver, and saw a card
advertising for a Gynecologist's Assistant. Interested, he went in and asked
the clerk for details.
The clerk pulled up the file and read; "The job entails getting the ladies
ready for the gynecologist. You have to help the women out of their
underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then
apply shaving foam and gently shave off the hair, then rub in soothing oils
so they're ready for the gynecologist's examination. The annual salary is
$65,000, and you'll have to go to Billings, Montana."
"Good grief . . . is that where the job is?"
"No sir . . . that's where the end of the line is right now."