Bill Clinton took a jog near his new home in Chappaqua. And on each run,
he happened to jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner, day
after day. Apprehensive, he would brace himself as he approached her for
what was (most certainly) about to follow. "Fifty dollars! ", she would
shout from the curb.
"No. Five dollars!" , fired back Clinton. This ritual between the
ex-prez and the hooker continued for several days. He'd run by. She'd
holler, "Fifty dollars" He'd yell back, "Five dollars! "
One day, Hillary decided that she wanted to accompany her
husband on his jog. As the jogging couple neared the now infamous street
corner, Bill suddenly realized the "pro" would bark her $50 offer for
all to hear (including Hillary) and he would have to come up with a darn
good explanation for his wife, the junior Senator.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past her,
Bill became overcome with anxiety on how to handle the situation. Sure
enough, there she was -- standing where she always did. Bill tried to
evade the streetwalker's eyes as she looked up at the jogging
Then from the sidewalk, she yelled to Bill . . . "See what
you get for five bucks?"