Hook-er who ?

Marty and his wife Louise sat at the bar of a Chicago hotel. Marty pointed to a striking blonde sitting at the other end and said, “That’s a hooker.”

“I don’t believe it,” said Louise.

“I will show you,” said Marty. He walked  over and chatted with the blonde — five minutes later they were in his room.

“How much?” asked Marty.  “Fifty bucks.”

“I will give you twenty.”

“Forget it,” said the prostitute as she walked out the door.

A few minutes later Marty rejoined his spouse at the bar. The call girl walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. “You see,” she said, “that’s what you get for twenty !

 

dollars.”