A dedicated shop steward was at a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels.

A dedicated shop steward was at a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the Madame, Is this a union house? No, I'm sorry, it isn't, said the Madame. Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get? he asked. The house gets $80 and the girl gets $20. Mightily offended at such unfair dealings, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable shop. At the second one, he asked the Madame, Is this a union house? No, I'm sorry, it isn't, said the Madame. If I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get? he asked again. The house gets $80 and the girl gets $20. Again offended, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable shop. His search continued until he finally reached a brothel where the Madame said, Why yes, this is a union house. And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get? he questioned. The girls get $80 and the house gets $20. That's more like it! the man said. He looked around the room and pointed to a stunningly attractive redhead. I'd like her for the night. I'm sure you would, sir, said the Madame while gesturing to a grotesque woman in her seventies in the corner, but Ethel here has seniority.