Careful What You Ask For...

This courtesy of one of Peter Warren's e-mails that he read on the air:

A good union man all his life, George took a vacation trip to Nevada. While he was there, he decided to visit a brothel.

At the first "ranch" he came to, he asked the madame, "Is this a union house?"

"No," she told him. "We don't have a union here."

"Well, what percentage do the girls get?" he asked.

"Of every hundred dollars, the house gets eighty and the girl gets twenty," said the madame.

George stomped off down the street muttering to himself about unfair labor practices. In turn, he visited several other "ranches" and got pretty much the same answer at all of them. None were union shops, and in every case, the house took the majority of the fee.

About to give up, he decided to try one last time. When the madame answered, he asked her, "Is this a union shop?"

She smiled. "Yes, we do have a union here for the girls, and it's a good one," she said.

Suspicious, he asked, "What percentage do the girls get?"

"Out of every hundred dollars, the house gets twenty and the girl gets eighty," she answered.

"Well! That's more like it!" boomed George, looking around. In the corner of the room he spied a drop-dead gorgeous redhead in her early twenties. Excitedly, he pointed and said to the madame, "I want her."

The madame smiled again. "I'm sure you do," she said, leading over to him a grey-haired old woman in her nineties. "But Ethel here has seniority, and it's her turn!"