Passing an office building late one night, a blonde saw a sign that said, “Press bell for night watchman.” She did so, and after several minutes heard the watchman clomp down the stairs, saw him unlock one gate and then another, shut down the alarm system, and make his way through the revolving door. “Well, what do you want?” he asked. The blonde answered, “I just wanted to know why you can’t ring it for yourself.” when the lady poked her head out he said, “Now may I speak to St. George?”
