A retired friend of mine went into the Job Center in Downtown Denver,
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 Billings, Mt.;
that's about 550 miles from here."

"Good grief, is that where the job is?"

"No sir - -that's where the end of the line is right now.