Nathan, an out-of-work young man, is walking near Beth
Israel
Hospital in Manhattan when he sees a notice in the window of a
local shop. The notice says: -
Wanted — an assistant for well known gynecologist
$28,000 a year, details available from Minky’s Clinic
This interests Nathan, so he goes immediately to Minky’s Clinic,
walks over to one of the receptionists, and quietly says, “Shalom.
I am very interested in the position advertised for a
gynecologist’s assistant. Can you tell me what this assistant would
have to do?”
“Well,” replies the receptionist, “the role is quite a straight
forward one. You just need to get the women ready for an
examination by the gynecologist.”
“So what does that entail?” asks Nathan.
“For each lady,” replies the receptionist, “you first of all
have to help her undress and get her out of her underwear. Then you
have to lay her down gently on the bed and thoroughly wash her, …
to put it bluntly, her private region. You must then apply some
shaving foam, gently shave off her pubic hair, and finish by
massaging in some
soothing aromatic lavender oil. When you’ve done that, she is ready
for the gynecologist to examine.”
“How do I apply?” asks Nathan.
“You need to go to the other end of the island for that,”
replies the receptionist.
“But that’s miles away,” says Nathan. “Why do I have to go
there? Is that where the job is based?”
“No,” replies the receptionist. “That’s where the end of the
line of applicants is.”