Friday, August 07, 2009

Gotta be California (again)

By the time Lance pulled into a little town every hotel room was taken. "You've got to have a room somewhere," he pleaded. "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's a Texan and 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," Lance assured him. "I'll take it."
The next morning Lance came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "How'd 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 Lance.
"How'd you manage that?" asked the manager.
"He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room," Lance explained. "I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, beautiful,' and he sat up all night watching me."