The Room

It’s late at night, the weather’s terrible, with lashing rain and high winds, when the traveller decides he’s had enough and pulls in to the hotel car park.

He grabs a few essentials and makes a dash for the foyer.

“Can you let me have a room for the night, please?” he enquires. “Very sorry, sir, we’ve no spare rooms at all,” responds the helpful clerk.

“You’ve no room at all? I find that hard to believe. I think that if George Dubya arrived now, you’d find a room for him!”

“Well, I think we might find something for *him*.”

“Well, he’s not coming, so I’ll have the room!”