The Madam opened the brothel door to see a rather slick looking, well-dressed, well past
middle-age gentleman. "Can I help you?"
The madam asked. "I want to see Natalie," the old man replied. "Sir,
Natalie is one of our most expensive ladies, perhaps someone else..." "No,
No. I must see Natalie." Just then Natalie appeared and announced to the man that she
charges $1,000 per visit. Without blinking, the man reached into his pocket and
handed her ten $100 bills. The two went up to a room for an hour, whereupon the man calmly
left.
The next night he appeared again demanding to see Natalie. Natalie explained that no one
had ever come back two nights in a row and that; there were no discounts... it was still
$1,000 a visit.
Again the man took out the money, the two went up to the room, and an hour later, he left.
When he showed up the third consecutive night, no one could believe it. Again he handed
Natalie the money and to the room they went.
At the end of the hour Natalie questioned the man, "No one has ever used my services
three nights in a row. Where are you from?"
The old man replied, "I'm from Philadelphia." "Really?" replied
Natalie, "I have a family who lives there." "Yes, I know," said the
old man. "Your father died, and I'm your sister's attorney. She asked me to give you
your $3,000 inheritance."
MORAL: Some things in life are certain: taxes, death, and being screwed by a lawyer.
