A man went to Harley Street, London and saw a card advertising for a Gynaecologist’s Assistant. Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details.The clerk pulled up the file and read
THE JOB
"The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're 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 !

That sounds like the way it gets here for any jobs posted in the newspaper. You could get there 5 min. after the newspaper gets to your door, and the line is 5 miles long for just 1 position.