A Cure For Snoring
By the time John pulled into the little town, every hotel room
was taken.
"You've got to have a room somewhere," he pleaded
to a hotel manager. "Or just a bed -- I don't care where."
"Well, I do have a double room with one occupant,"
admitted the manager, "and he might be glad to split the
cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people
in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I'm not sure
it'd be worth it to you."
"No problem," the tired traveller assured him. "I'll
take it."
The next morning, John came down to breakfast bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed. When asked about how he slept, he replied, "Never
better."
The manager was impressed. "No problem with the other
guy snoring, then?"
"Nope. I shut him up in no time."
"How'd you manage that?"
"He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the
room," John said. "I went over, gave him a kiss on
the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, beautiful.' With that he sat up
all night watching me."
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