I’m a freelance artist and regularly attend craft shows in order to get my work out there. One older man came to my table.
Client: I’m interested in hiring you. Would you come to dinner with me to discuss payment? You seem like a woman who likes food.
Me: I don’t think I’m interested, sorry.
Client: Oh, you don’t have to worry about me. I had a vasectomy.
Not why I was worried, dude.