A dedicated union steward from a major building company was attending a convention in Sydney and, as you would expect, decided to check out the local brothels. Arriving at the first one, he asked the Madame, "Is this a union house?" No," she replied, "I'm sorry, it isn't." "Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?" "The house gets $80 and the girls get $20." Mightily offended at such unfair dealings, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable, hopefully unionised shop. His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madame responded, "Why yes sir, this IS a union house." "And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?" "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, then, gesturing to a overweight, middle aged woman in the corner she said, "but Ethel here has seniority."