This came to me in an email today, and I can't help but post it.
A dedicated Teamsters union worker was attending a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the Madam, 'Is this a union house?'
'No,' she replied, 'I'm sorry it isn't.'
'Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?'
'The house gets $80 and the girls get $20,' she answered.
Offended at such unfair dealings, the union man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable, hopefully unionized shop.
His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madam responded, 'Why yes sir, this is a union house. We observe all union rules.'
The man asked, 'And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?'
'The girls get $80 and the house gets $20.'
'That's more like it!' , the union man said.
He handed the Madam $100, looked around the room, then pointed to a stunningly attractive blonde.
'I'd like her,' he said.
'I'm sure you would, sir,' said the Madam.
Then she gestured to a 92-year old woman in the corner, 'but Ethel here has 67 years of seniority and, according to union rules, she's next.'
As long as you're dragging out old and sick jokes, I'll give you one to consider and perhaps allow to be posted.
ReplyDeleteSeems as if a gentleman acquired a three story hotel that was losing money. He decided that it might be profitable as a house of ill repute and so he set about developing a business plan. His plan was to put ex telephone operators on the first floor, ex secretaries on the second floor, and ex school teachers on the third floor. After the establishment had been in operation for several months he examined the books and noticed that the third floor was making all the money. Intrigued, he decided to investigate and see why that was. He sneaked in and listened outside a door on the first floor and heard, "Your three minutes are up sir, your three minutes are up." Making a note of that information he continued on to the second floor where he again listened outside a door and after a while heard the following, "Coffee break, coffee break." Making a note and shaking his head he continued on to the third floor to listen. After standing outside a door for a considerable period of time he heard the following, "You're going to have to do that over and over and over again until you get it right." The moral of this story is that the customer comes first.(Double entendre intended)
And yes, it is an old, old story, told to me by one of my teachers back when I was in school in the early sixties, and I'm still friends with him.