Stan was a staunch union man who believed that all union policies were the way to go. One weekend he attended a local union’s convention and after a day of speakers and seminars he decided to have a little fun. He got the locations of a couple of brothels and went to see what action he could get.

He entered the first house and was pleased with the selection of available ladies. He then turned to the madam and asked what percentage of the fee went to the lady and what percent did the gal get. The madam told him “The house gets 80% and the gal gets 20%. Having had a few drinks, Stan felt a bit righteous and said “That’s ridiculous. “I’m a union man and that’s just taking advantage of the worker.” The madam said “I’m sorry sir, but we are not a union house.” With that, Stan decided to go elsewhere and went to the location of another house whose address he had been given. As soon as he went in, he asked the madam “Is this a union house?” The Madam told him that yes they certainly were. “Good,” bellowed Stan. He then asked “And what percentage does the house take? And what percentage does the gal get?” The madam answered “The house takes 20% and the lady gets 80%” “That’s more like it.” said Stan. He then asked how much  an hour appointment was and the madam told him it was $500. Stan handed over the amount, then looked around the room and pointed towards a sexy young blonde. “I’ll take her.” he said.

The madam said “Sir, I’m sure you would like that but……” as she took his arm and guided him to an older, overweight frumpy woman in the corner ….”as you know we’re a union shop, and Hilda here has seniority.”