Please don't shoot the messenger . .
Bob, a middle-aged Canadian tourist on his first visit to
Orlando, Florida, finds the red light district and enters a
large brothel. The madam asks him to be seated and sends over
a young lady to entertain him.
They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit,
and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she gasps
and runs away! Seeing this, the madam sends over a more
experienced lady to entertain the gentleman.
They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit,
and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear, and she too
screams, "No!" and walks quickly away.
The madam is surprised that this ordinary looking man has asked
for something so outrageous that her two girls will have nothing
to do with him. She decides that only her most experienced lady,
Lola, will do. Lola has never said no, and it’s not likely
anything would surprise her. So the madam sends her over to Bob.
They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit,
and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she screams,
"NO WAY, BUDDY!" and smacks him as hard as she can and leaves.
Madam is by now absolutely intrigued, having seen nothing like
this in all her years of operating a brothel. She hasn't done
the bedroom work herself for a long time, but she's sure she
has said yes to everything a man could possibly ask for. She
just has to find out what this man wants that has made her
girls so angry. Besides she sees a chance to teach her employees
a lesson.
So she goes over to Bob and says that she's the best in the
house and is available. She sits and talks with him. They
frolic, giggle, drink and then she sits in his lap.
Bob leans forward and whispers in her ear, "Can I pay in
Canadian currency?"
