A Man Goes into the Job Center in downtown Denver and sees an ad for a gynecologist’s assistant. Interested, he asks the clerk for details.
The clerk says, “The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down, and rub soothing oils into their private parts so they’re ready for their examination. The annual salary is $65,000, and you'll have to go to Billings, Montana.”
"Good grief,” exclaims the man. "Is that where the job is?"
"No sir,” syas the clerk. “That's where the end of the line is right now.”