A man went into a Job Centre in Liverpool and saw a card advertising for a
Gynaecologist'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 gynaecologist.
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 their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for
the gynaecologist's examination.
The annual salary is £24,000, and if you're interested you'll have to go
to Brighton in Sussex ".
"My God, is that where the job is ?" asked the man.
She answered, "No sir, that's where the end of the queue is".
