In The Best Industry

Joe was sitting at the bar, sunk in misery. The bartender said, "You look awful, pal. What's your problem."

Joe stared into his drink and said, "I'm tired of being a social outcast. I'm with the circus, you see, and clean up the animal cages. Well, it's not the most wonderful smell in the world and because of it people avoid me. It's not fair!"

"I see what you mean," the bartender sniffed. "But I've got an idea. There are openings down at the factory. They have regular hours and it probably pays better than the circus. Why don't you apply?"

"What!" asked Joe, a bit offended, "And leave show business?"