A Polack stripteaser goes to a theater manager for an audition. Before beginning her performance, she puts a big red apple in the middle of the stage and to the accompaniment of soft sexy music, she begins her number.
The music comes to a crescendo… she is almost naked. With a crash of cymbals and a roll of the drums, to the gaping eyes of the theater manager, she leaps across the stage, does three impressive pirouettes and to the final crash of the drums dives down in the splits and lands on top of the big red apple.
When she gets up to bow, the apple has disappeared.
After a moment of deathly hush, the theater manager applauds her ecstatically.
“You will become famous all over the world. I will book you for the best theaters in Tokyo, London, Hamburg, New York and Paris.”
“No! Paris no!” replies the stripteaser in a worried tone.
“Why not Paris?” asks the manager. “It’s one of the best cities in the world for your number.” “No, not Paris! In Paris my mother does this number with a watermelon!”