Terry and Judy, two old ladies, are chatting. Terry: "People can be so helpful. There are Mike and Lee, who are maintenance men, who let themselves into the apartment with their passkey so I don't have to make the stairs. They pick up my trash and carry it out to the dumpster. Then there's Steve, my amiable mailman who gathers my accumulated mail from the cluster box and delivers it to my door and carries the occasional package up the stairs for me. And there's Bob with the food catering service who even makes an extra stop at the grocery store to pick up milk. But there's a problem."
Judy: "What problem?"
Terry: "My neighbours think I'm running a brothel."