A dedicated shop steward was at a
convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the
first one, he asked the Madame, "Is this a union house?"
"No, I'm sorry, it isn't," said
the Madame.
"Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do
the girls get?" he asked.
"The house gets $80 and the girl gets
$20."
Mightily offended at such unfair dealings,
the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable shop. At the second one,
he asked the Madame, "Is this a union house?"
"No, I'm sorry, it isn't," said
the Madame.
"If I pay you $100, what cut do the
girls get?" he asked again.
"The house gets $80 and the girl gets
$20."
Again offended, the man stomped off down
the street in search of a more equitable shop. His search continued until he finally
reached a brothel where the Madame said, "Why yes, this is a union house."
"And if I pay you $100, what cut do
the girls get?" he questioned.
"The girls get $80 and the house gets
$20."
"That's more like it!" the man
said. He looked around the room and pointed to a stunningly attractive redhead. "I'd
like her for the night."
"I'm sure you would, sir," said
the Madame while gesturing to a grotesque woman in her seventies in the corner, "But
Ethel here has seniority."
