A retired man went into the Centre Link in downtown Melbourne 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 Adelaide, South Australia."
"Good grief . . . Is that where the job is?"
"No sir... that's where the end of the line is right now".
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 Adelaide, South Australia."
"Good grief . . . Is that where the job is?"
"No sir... that's where the end of the line is right now".