A man went to Harley Street in London and saw a card advertising for a Gynaecologist's Assistant. Interested, he went in and asked the receptionist for details. She pulled up the file and read... "The job entails preparing ladies for their intimate examination by the gynaecologist. You have to help the women undress and remove their underwear. Lay them down and carefully & thoroughly wash their private parts, apply shaving gel and gently shave off their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're relaxed and ready for the gynaecologist's examination. The annual salary is £65,000 and if you're interested you'll have to go to Manchester." "My God, is that where the job is?" asked the man. She answered, "No sir, that's where the end of the queue is."