Sharing a Hotel Room

By the time Bill arrived in a little town, every hotel room
had been taken. “You’ve got to give me a room somewhere,”
he said to the manager at the hotel, “or just a bed ---
I don’t care where.”
“Well, I do have a double room with one guest,”
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 the next room have complained lately.
I’m not sure it’d be worth it to you.”
“No problem.” Bill assured him, “I’ll take it.”
The next morning Bill came down to breakfast bright-eyed.
“How did you sleep?” asked the manager.
“Never better.”
The manager was impressed. “No problem with the
other guy snoring, then?”
“No, I shut him up in no time,” said Bill.
“How did you manage that?” asked the manager.
“Did you give him some medicine to stop the snoring?”
“No, I didn’t. But here is what I did. He was already in bed
when I went into the room,” Bill explained. “I went over,
gave him a kiss on the forehead, and said, ‘Goodnight,
beautiful,’ and he sat up all night watching me.”