I had a boss years ago who loved to tell a joke to all the sassy new young secretaries that he liked to cut down to size.  I paraphrase, but you’ll get the drift:  A man takes his first trip out to Las Vegas, it’s his first trip anywhere out of his hometown.  It’s also his first flight.  he’s got a window seat, a pretty flight attendant is serving his lunch and drinks, “There’s sure nothing like this in Hoboken,” he thinks. He gets into Las Vegas and asks the cabby to take a drive down the strip and take him to a casino.  “There’s nothing like this in Hoboken.” he says.  He gambles all night, he wins lots of money, he’s got girls hanging all over him.  “There’s sure nothing like this in Hoboken.” He choses the best looking girl, they go drinking and dancing and end up at his hotel room.  She’s beautiful.  “There’s nothing like this in Hoboken,” he says. The entire trip has been a surprise and delight, so many new experiences.  He can hardly wait for what’s to come.  She undresses.  The lights go out. “Ah,” he says, “just like Hoboken.”

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