A dedicated teamster union worker was attending a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels.
When he got to the first one, he asked the Madam, “Is this a union house?” “No,” she replied, “I’m sorry it isn’t.” “Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?” “The house gets $80 and the girls get $20,” she answered.
Offended at such unfair dealings, the union man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable, hopefully unionized shop. His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madam responded, “Why yes sir, this is a union house. We observe all union rules.” The man asked, “And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?” “The girls get $80 and the house gets $20.” “That’s more like it!” the union man said.
He handed the Madam $100, looked around the room, and pointed to a stunningly attractive blonde. “I’d like her,” he said. “I’m sure you would, sir,” said the Madam. Then she gestured to a 92-yearold woman in the corner, “but Ethel here has 67 years seniority and according to union rules, she’s next.”