Reminds me of the down and out guy who was looking for work everywhere.
He knocked on the door of a whore house, and asked the madame if she had any work. She said "Well, I am looking for a bookkeper", to which he replied "Oh. Well, I can't read and I can't write"
She took pity on him and gave him an apple as she sent him on his way.
As he stood on the corner with his apple, a man came by who said he would buy that apple for a quarter.....the man sold his apple, bought 2 more, etc. 30 years later he was the largest purveyor of fruits and vegetables West of the Mississippi.
When approached about writing his biography he said "Well, that would be great. But I can't read and I can't write"
His admirer said "Imagine what you'd be doing if you could read and write!"
"Well, I'd probably be a bookkeeper in a whorehouse."