John Howard was jogging in Canberra.
Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.
He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain to follow.
Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.
He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain to follow.
"Two hundred and fifty dollars!" she'd shout from the curb.
"No! Five dollars!" He would fire back, just to shut her up.
This ritual between him and the hooker became a daily occurrence.He'd run by and she'd yell, "Two hundred and Fifty dollars!"
He'd yell back, "Five dollars!"
One day, Mrs Howard decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his jog.
As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Mr Howard realised she'd bark her $250 offer and Mrs Howard would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past outings.
He figured he'd better have a darn good explanation for the 'Boss'.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, he became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the hooker. He tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from her corner, the hooker yelled: "See what you get for five bucks, you tight bastard?"
"No! Five dollars!" He would fire back, just to shut her up.
This ritual between him and the hooker became a daily occurrence.He'd run by and she'd yell, "Two hundred and Fifty dollars!"
He'd yell back, "Five dollars!"
One day, Mrs Howard decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his jog.
As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Mr Howard realised she'd bark her $250 offer and Mrs Howard would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past outings.
He figured he'd better have a darn good explanation for the 'Boss'.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, he became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the hooker. He tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from her corner, the hooker yelled: "See what you get for five bucks, you tight bastard?"
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