"Bambi" joke

George and Harriet were married twenty-five years. They decided to
celebrate with a trip to Las Vegas.

When they entered the hotel/casino and registered, a sweet young
woman dressed in a very short skirt, became very friendly. George
brushed her off rather rudely. Harriet objected, "George, she was
nice, that young woman, and you were so rude."

"Harriet, she's a prostitute."

"I don't believe you. That sweet young thing?

"Let's go up to our room and I'll prove it." In their room, George
called down to the desk and asked for Bambi to come to room 1217.

"Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the door open just
enough to hear us, okay?" She did. Soon, there was a knock on the
door. George opened it and Bambi walked in, swirling her hips
provocatively.

"So, I see you're interested after all," she said.

George asked, "How much do you charge?"

"$125 basic rate, $100 tips for special services."

George was taken aback. "$125! I was thinking more in the range of
$25."

Bambi laughed derisively. "You must really be a hick if you think
you can buy sex for that price."

"Well," said George, "I guess we can't do business. Goodbye."

After she left, Harriet came out of the bathroom. "I just can't
believe it."

George said, "Let's forget it. We'll go have a drink, then eat
dinner."

At the bar, as they sipped their cocktails, Bambi came up behind
George pointed slyly at Harriet, and said, "See what you get for
$25?"