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.”