A plumber was called to woman’s apartment in New York City to repair a leaking pipe. When he arrived he was pleased to discover that the woman was quite a luscious, well-stacked dish.
During the course of the afternoon, the two became extremely friendly. About 6:30 p.m. the phone rang, disturbing the bedroom shenanigans.
That was my husband, she said, putting down the phone. He’s on his way home, but is going back to the office around 8 p.m.. Come back then, dear, and we can take up where we left off.
The union plumber looked at the woman in disbelief. What? On my own time?