A man went to Harley Street in London, having seen an advertisement for a Gynecologists' Assistant.
Knowing that nowadays job advertisers aren't able to discriminate against the applicant's gender, he was very interested; so he went in and asked the secretary for details.
She retrieved the file and read to him: "This job entails preparing ladies for the Gynecologists'. You will be responsible for helping them out of their underwear, laying them down and carefully washing their private areas, applying shaving foam to the necessary parts and removing all unwanted foliage and finally you'll be required to rub in soothing oils in preparation for the Gynecologists' examination.”
Then she told him “The annual salary is £65,000 and, if you're interested, you'll have to go to Aberdeen "
"My goodness!", exclaimed the man, "Is that where the job is?".
She answered, "No, that's where the end of the queue is."
Knowing that nowadays job advertisers aren't able to discriminate against the applicant's gender, he was very interested; so he went in and asked the secretary for details.
She retrieved the file and read to him: "This job entails preparing ladies for the Gynecologists'. You will be responsible for helping them out of their underwear, laying them down and carefully washing their private areas, applying shaving foam to the necessary parts and removing all unwanted foliage and finally you'll be required to rub in soothing oils in preparation for the Gynecologists' examination.”
Then she told him “The annual salary is £65,000 and, if you're interested, you'll have to go to Aberdeen "
"My goodness!", exclaimed the man, "Is that where the job is?".
She answered, "No, that's where the end of the queue is."
