A BANKER IN THE BROTHEL OF BLIND WOMEN

A banker strutted into the brothel of blind women. “I am a shepherd, ” he announced, “and blow my shepherds pipe as often as I can, but I have lost my flock and feel that I am at a critical point in my life.” “I can tell by the way you talk, ” said one of the women, “that you are a banker only pretending to be a shepherd and that you want us to pity you, which we do because you have stooped so low as to try to make fools of us.” “My dear, ” said the banker to the same woman, “I can tell that you are a rich widow looking for a little excitement and are not blind at all.” “This observation suggests, ” said the woman, “that you may be a shepherd after all, for what kind of rich widow would find excitement being a whore only to end up with a banker?” “Exactly, ” said the banker.