Bill Clinton was taking a late evening jog when he chanced to spot a very attractive young lady standing on a street corner. Not wishing to miss an opportunity, he stops jogging and starts a conversation with her. It doesn’t take long for him to find out that she is a lady of the night.
“Well,” says Bill, “How much do you charge?”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars for one hour, not including the motel room.”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars!” Bill exclaims.
“Yes, two hundred and fifty dollars.”
“I can’t believe you charge two hundred and fifty dollars,” he says.
“Well, how much do you think it should cost?” she asks.
“About ten dollars.”
“Ten dollars!” she cries, “Sorry, it’s two hundred and fifty dollars.”
“Do you know who I am?” he asks.
“No.”
“I am Bill Clinton, President of the United States of America,” he proclaims.
“Well I’m sorry, but it's still two hundred and fifty dollars. I don't care who you are.”
Bill shakes his head and continues his jog. About a week later he is out jogging late in the evening again, but this time Hillary is jogging with him. Bill sees the same lady of the night standing on the same street corner, and decides to steer Hillary away from her, so they jog on the opposite side of the street.
But as luck would have it, the lady of the night spots him and yells, “Ha! Didn’t I tell you? See what you get for ten dollars?”