Joan, the rather well-proportioned secretary, spent 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
your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate your
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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