Found For Friday

A haggard old lady rides in a fancy hotel’s elevator.

On the second floor, a beautiful woman steps on

and arrogantly says to the old lady, “Georgio, $100 an ounce.”

On the next floor, an equally beautiful women steps on

and says, “Chanel, $150 an ounce.”

The old lady’s floor approaches and as the doors open,

she bends over, farts and says, “Broccoli, 49 cents a pound.

My last job was as a professional fisherman ,

but discovered that I couldn’t live on my net income.

I liked digging in the garden when I was young.

At one time I considered being an archeologist

but my father said that such a career would end up in ruins .

I used to be a baker , but I didn't make enough dough .

I had worked in the Income Tax Department ,

but it was just too taxing .

I used to be a butler , but found the work wasn't my cup of tea .

At one time, I worked as a Sales executive selling computer parts

but I lost my drive and the boss gave me the boot .

I wanted to be a stenographer , but they told me t

hey are not short-hand ed at the moment.

I thought about becoming a witch ,

so I tried that for a spell .

Next, I found being an electrician interesting,

but the work was shocking .

Next was a job in a shoe factory;

I tried but I just didn’t fit in.