A man and his wife and his wife are sitting down at the kitchen table one evening. Strewn across the table are bills, a calculator, a notepad. The look on the man’s face is tortured, his hands gripping his hair in anguish.
“Honey”, he says, “we can’t continue like this. If we don’t raise some money immediately, we are going to foreclose on the house”.
“Oh, Frank, that’s terrible. What are we going to do?”
“Well”, he said, “I’ve thought that over, and the only way that we can generate the cash we need quickly is for you to temporarily become a streetwalker. You know I am due for a promotion in two months, and if we control our spending, just a couple of weeks of moonlighting should enable us to turn the corner. After that, we can live normally again.”
“Frank, do I have to?”
“I am afraid so, Betty, it’s the only way.”
So a couple of nights later, Betty (an attractive woman by the way) gets gussied up, puts on a short skirt and stiletto heels, and Frank drives her to the “strip” downtown.
“OK, Betty, nothing to worry about. I will be parked here in the alley and watching you in case anything weird happens. Just walk invitingly up and down the sidewalk, and eventually someone will stop.”
So Betty did as instructed, and sure enough, fifteen minutes later a car stops, the automatic window opens, and the guy asks “how much Baby?” Now Betty is confused, she hadn’t discussed the amount to charge with Frank, and said, “just a minute”.
She runs down the street, ducks into the alley and taps on Frank’s car window. “The guy wants to know how much?” Frank says, “Tell him it’s a $100 for the whole shebang”. “OK, Frank, got it.”
Betty runs back to the guy and tells him it’ll cost $100 for her to go all the way. Then the guy tells her, “but I only have $30.” Knowing how hard up she and Frank are for money, Betty tells the guy to “wait a minute”.
So once again she runs over to where Frank is parked and tells him the guy only has $30. “What’ll I do?’ Frank thinks a minute and says, “tell him for $30 he can get a hand job”. So Betty runs back to the guy and says that for $30 he can get a hand job. He says, “great, get in” and proceeds to drive to the same alley where Frank is parked.
As he begins to pull down his pants, Betty is aghast at the size of his appendage, and says, “wait a minute”.
She runs back to Frank, and taps on his window. Frank, annoyed, says, “now what is it?”
Betty replies, “can you lend this guy $70?”