Good Help is Hard to Find
A husband and his wife advertised for a live-in maid to cook and do the
housework. They hired a lovely girl for the job.
She worked out fine, was a good cook, was polite, and kept the house neat.
One day, after about six months, she came in and said she would have to quit.
"But why?" asked the disappointed wife.
She hemmed and hawed and said she didn't want to say, but the wife was
persistent, so finally she said, "Well on my day off a couple of months ago I met this good-looking fellow from over in the
next county, and well, I'm pregnant."
The wife said, "Look, we don't want to lose you. My husband and I don't
have children. If we adopt your baby, will you will stay?"
She talked to her husband; he agreed to the arrangement, and the maid said
she would stay. The baby came, the couple adopted it, and all went well.
After several months though, the maid again said that she would have to
quit. The wife questioned her, found out that she was pregnant again, talked to her husband, and offered to adopt the baby
if she would stay. The maid agreed, had the baby, the couple adopted it, and life went on as usual.
In a few months, however, she again said she would have to leave. Same
thing. She was pregnant. They made the same offer, she agreed, and they adopted the third baby.
She had only been back to work for a week or two when the maid said, "I
am definitely leaving this time."
"Don't tell me you're pregnant again?" asked the lady of the house.
"No," she said, "there are just too many kids here to pick up after."
(I don't remember who sent this to me -- speak up if you want credit. The
funniest thing to me is that my spell-checker suggests I substitute "house cleaner" for the word "maid." -- Editor)