The tourist had lost his way on a back road and stopped at the farmhouse to ask if he could be put up for the night. “Well, we’re a mighty crowded, since there’s already someone in the spare room” replied the farmer. “But I guess you can stay if you don’t mind sharing the bed with a red haired schoolteacher.”
“Look,” said the tourist, “I want you to know I’m a gentleman.”
“Well,” mused the farmer, “as far as I can tell, so is the red haired schoolteacher.”