A guy runs into a childhood friend and asks what he’s doing these days.

Guy: “What are you doing for yourself these days?”

Friend: “I’m a fireman.”

Guy: “Yeah? My 15-year-old kid wants to be a fireman.”

The friend nods like a professional and offers advice.

Friend: “If you want some good advice, you’ve got to install a pole in your house that goes down to the basement. The hardest thing for a fireman is jumping off into space and catching that pole in the middle of the night.”

Ten years later, the two guys meet again.

Friend: “So… did your son become a fireman?”

Guy: “No,” moans the guy, “but my daughter is a pole dancer.”