A young man goes into the Job Center in Wichita, Kansas, and sees a card advertising for a Gynecologist’s Assistant. Interested, he goes to learn more – “Can you give me some more details?” he asks the clerk.
The clerk pulls up the file and says, “The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynecologist. You have to help them 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 that they’re ready for the gynecologist’s examination. There’s an annual salary of $45,000, but you’re going to have to go to Houston, Texas. That’s about 616 miles from here.”
“Oh, is that where the job is?”,
“No sir – that’s where the end of the queue is right now.”