The Sunbather
Joan, who was rather well-proportioned, 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 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 man. "You're lying on the
dining room skylight."
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