Every hotel was full when the tired driver pulled into town late that night. At the largest hotel he pleaded with the night manager to please find him some place to sleep. “Any bed will do – just a place to sleep.”
“Well, there is one regular client who always says that if we are ever full, he will be glad to split the cost of his room with someone. But I must warn you, he snores like a volcano; and we get lots of complaints from neighbouring rooms.”
“That will be no problem,” said the weary traveller, “just show me to the room.”
Next morning the man came down to breakfast looking rested and full of life. The manager said, “How’d you sleep?”
“And the snoring didn’t keep you awake?”
“Slept like a baby.”
“How did you ever manage that?”
“Simple. He snored like thunder the whole time I was getting ready for bed, but once I was ready to sleep I simply went over to him, kissed him on the cheek and said, ‘Good night cutie’. He sat bolt upright, and watched me like a hawk the rest of the night.”
I love this wonderful definition of my problem:
I do NOT snore.
I am nasally repetitive.