By the time Jim, a travelling salesman, rolled into a little town, every hotel was booked solid.
“Please, you’ve got to have something,” he begged the last hotel manager. “Even just a bed. I’m exhausted.”
“Well,” the manager said, “I do have a double room with one guy in it… but he snores so loud the walls vibrate. People have complained all week.”
“No problem,” Jim said. “I’ll take it.”
The next morning, Jim came down to breakfast looking fresh as a daisy.
“Wow,” the manager said. “No trouble with the snoring I see?”
“Not at all,” Jim grinned. “I shut him up right away.”
“How’d you do that?”
Jim smiled. “When I came in, he was already snoring. I walked over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered, ‘Good night, beautiful,’ in his ear.”
“He sat up the rest of the night watching me.”
