A bloke goes into the Job Centre in London and sees something that really tweaks his interest.
So he takes the number of the advertising card and asks the girl behind the desk,
“Can you give me some more details about this?”
The Job Centre Assistant sorts through her files and replies, “Oh, yes, here it is – Gynecologist’s Assistant.
OK, the job entails you getting patients ready for the gynecologist.”
“You have to help the ladies out of their clothes and underwear, lie them down and gently wash their nether regions.
Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their public hair, then rub in soothing oils so they’re ready for the gynecologist examination.”
“There’s a starting annual salary of £85,000, but you’re going to have to go to Glasgow.”
“Oh, why? Is that where the job is?” he asks.
“No,” replied the assistant, “that’s where the end of the queue is”.