A retired man went into the Job Center in Downtown Houston, 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".