A rather well-proportioned secretary, Joan, wanted to spend almost
all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing
suit the first day but, on the second, she decided that no one could see
her way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan.
She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs; she
was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
"Excuse me, miss," said the flustered little assistant manager of
the hotel,
out of breath from running up the stairs. "The Hilton doesn't mind
you sunbathing on the roof but we would very much appreciate you wearing
a bathing suit as you did yesterday."
"What difference does it make?" Joan asked rather calmly. "No one
can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel."
"Not exactly," said the embarrassed little man. "You're lying on the
dining room skylight."
all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing
suit the first day but, on the second, she decided that no one could see
her way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan.
She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs; she
was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
"Excuse me, miss," said the flustered little assistant manager of
the hotel,
out of breath from running up the stairs. "The Hilton doesn't mind
you sunbathing on the roof but we would very much appreciate you wearing
a bathing suit as you did yesterday."
"What difference does it make?" Joan asked rather calmly. "No one
can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel."
"Not exactly," said the embarrassed little man. "You're lying on the
dining room skylight."
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