> A
> bloke goes into the Job Centre in London and sees a card
> advertising for a
> Gynaecologist's Assistant.
>
> "Can you give me some more details about this?"
> he asks the girl behind the desk.
>
> The Job Centre Assistant sorts through her files and
> replies.
>
> "Oh, yes, here it is. OK, the job entails you getting
> patients ready for the gynaecologist."
>
> "You have to help the ladies out of their clothes and
> underwear, lie them down and gently wash their nether
> regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their
> pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready
> for the gynaecologist's examination."
>
> "There's a starting annual salary of
> £85,000,  but you're going to have to go to
> Glasgow."
>
> "Oh, why? Is that where the job is?" he asks.
>
> "No," replied
>  the assistant, "that's the end of
> the queue."

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