Salesman

You tap your briefcase, "I'm a salesman, officer," you say in a you got me type way. You had gone through this routine before with other neighborhoods, the guard would say you can't come in and then you'd slip him a twenty or fifty to look the other way.

The security guard gives you a once over. "We don't normally allow salesmen in the neighborhood, but what pray tell are you selling today?"

You are a bit shocked and he notices the reaction. "The women really like salesmen," he says slyly, "If you are selling something they like maybe I'll let you in... Maybe I still will though."