openings on the bulletin board.
Since there aren't many jobs it doesn't take him long. Then, just as
he's on his way out, he spots something.
"Wanted," it says, "Single man, willing to travel, must have own
scissors. $500 per day, guaranteed, plus company car and all
expenses."
Well, it sounds a bit too good to be true, but he makes a note and
walks up at the counter.
"I'd like to apply for this job," he says, "reference number
E/784/B46."
"Oh, that one," says the clerk. "It's a model agency right here in
Vancouver. They're looking for a pubic hair snipper."
"The agency supplies girls who model underwear and bathing suits.
Before they go on the catwalk, they'd report to you and you would
inspect them carefully and snip off any wisps of pubic hair showing.
It pays well, but there are a few drawbacks.
It involves quite a lot of travel. The Bahamas, Tahiti, Paris,
London... that sort of thing... and you have to get used to expense
account living in first-class hotels."
"I reckon I could learn to live with all that," says the fellow. "I'd
really like to apply for the job."
The clerk shrugs and says, "OK, here's an application form and a bus
ticket to Seattle."
"Seattle? What do I wanna go to Seattle for?"
"Well," says the clerk, "that's where the end of the application line
is at the moment!"
