A retired man went into the Job Center in downtown Vancouver, British
Columbia 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 $85,000, and you’ll have to go to Moose Jaw,
“Good grief, is that where the job is?”
“No sir, that’s where the end of the line is right now.”