John ran into his old pal Joe and asked, “What are you doing these days?”
“I’m a fireman,” Joe replied.
“You know my 12 year-old son wants to be a fireman,” said John.
“Well,” explained Joe, “if you want some good advice, you’ve got to install a pole in your house that will go to the basement so your kid can practice, because the hardest thing for a fireman is to jump off into space and catch that pole in the middle of the night.”
Ten years later, the two old pals happen to meet again.
“Well, did your son become a fireman?” asked Joe.
“No,” moaned John, “but my daughter became a stripper.”