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!”