A young man goes into the Job Center in Boston, and sees a card
advertising for a Gynecologist's Assistant.

Interested, he goes to learn more. "Can you give me some more details?",
he asks the clerk.

The clerk pulls up the file and 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 carefully wash their private regions,
then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the hair, then rub in
soothing oils so that they're ready for the gynecologist's examination.

There's an annual salary of $65,000, but you're going to have to go to
Albuquerque, New Mexico."

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

"No, sir. That's where the end of the line is right now."