The Last Hotel

Late one evening a Marine pulled into a little town,

only to find that every hotel room was taken. When he

finally got to the last hotel, he pleaded to the manager,

“You’ve got to have a room somewhere, or just a bed, I

don’t care where.” “Well, I do have a double room with

one occupant, a Navy guy,” 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 Marine assured him,

“I’ll take it.” The next morning the Marine came down

to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “How did you

sleep?” asked the manager. “Never better.” The manager

was impressed “No problem with the other guy snoring,

then?” “Nope, I shut him up in no time,” said the

Marine. “How’d you manage that?” asked the manager.

“He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the

room,” the Marine explained. “I went over, gave him a

kiss on the cheek, said, ‘Goodnight, beautiful,’ and

after that he sat up all night watching me…”