George and Harriet decided to celebrate their 25th Wedding
Anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. When they entered the
hotel/casino and registered, a sweet young woman dressed in a
very short skirt became very friendly. George brushed her off.
Harriet objected, "George, that young woman was nice, and you
were so rude."
"Harriet, she's a prostitute."
"I don't believe you. That sweet young thing?"
"Let's go up to our room and I'll prove it."
In their room, George called down to the desk and asked for
'Bambi' to come to room 1217.
"Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the door open
just enough to hear us, OK?"
Soon, there was a knock on the door. George opened it and Bambi
walked in, swirling her hips provocatively.
George asked, "How much do you charge?"
"$125 basic rate, $100 tips for special services."
Even George was taken aback. "$125! I was thinking more in the
range of $25."
Bambi laughed derisively, "You must really be a hick tourist if you
think you can buy sex for that price."
"Well," said George, "I guess we can't do business. Goodbye."
After she left, Harriet came out of the bathroom. She said, "I
just can't believe it!"
George said, "Let's forget it. We'll go have a drink, then eat
dinner."
At the bar, as they sipped their cocktails, Bambi came up behind
George, pointed slyly at Harriet, and said, "See what you get
for $25?"
... I have to pay the wife's fare 
