Clyde is talking to his old friend Bob over a beer at the local tavern. Clyde's son has just graduated from high school and is just sitting around the house and not looking for a job.
"I would really like him to get on at the county hospital, because that would give him some exposure to the medical profession and might be an incentive for him to go back to school and become a doctor or at least a lab technician," says Clyde. "You work at the county hospital Bob, any chance you might be able to get him on as an orderly or even a custodian?"
"As you know," says Bob "most of the jobs we have available require a great deal of training and certification, but I'll check around and see what might be available."
A week later Bob sees Clyde at the tavern, and goes up to him and tells him the good news "I think I have found a job for your son."
"Great," says Clyde, "what would he be doing?"
"Running our new circumcision machine," says Bob.
"What kind of a job is that?" says Clyde in a disappointed tone.
"It's a great job for a young kid." says Bob enthusiastically, "fifty skins a day and a chance to get ahead!!"