A bloke picks up a girl in a dark section of the street. She is dressed in bright pink knee boots and net stockings under a leatherette skirt that covers nothing very much at all.

 

He asks if she'd like to go to his apartment to have a look at his multi-million dollar art collection. Off they go. In his apartment, he shows her paintings by this famous artist and sculptures by that famous sculptor. He asks if she's like to go to the bedroom and she thinks, 'This is more like it."

 

In the bedroom, the bloke becomes engrossed explaining to her about the Degas above the bed, what an important work it is and how much it cost. 

The girl hasn't come for this! She is here to do business. Disgusted, she gives him a piece of her mind and storms out.

 

Only proves the old saying...

 

You can't lead a horticulture.