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.”