A little old lady checked into a motel on her 70th birthday, feeling a bit lonely.
“I deserve some fun,” she thought, flipping through the phone book. She spotted a full-page ad for Tender Tony—a chiseled, muscular man flexing seductively. Thick wavy hair, long powerful legs, six-pack abs, and a dazzling smile. She was pretty sure you could bounce a quarter off his backside.
“What the heck, nobody will ever know,” she thought, and dialed the number.
A smooth, velvety voice answered, “Good evening, ma’am. How may I assist you?”
Oh my, he sounded dreamy. Afraid she’d lose her nerve, she blurted, “Listen, I need a massage. No, scratch that—I want excitement. Fun. Something a little wild. Bring whatever you’ve got—let’s make it a night to remember! What do you say?”
There was a brief pause.
Then the voice calmly replied,
“Ma’am, that sounds absolutely fantastic… but you need to press 9 for an outside line.”
