Weekly Amusement (20ja06)

A motel lodger complained vigorously at morning check-out. His room reeked with the stale smell of heavy cigarette smoke. There was only one small bath towel; no soap. The TV set received only one channel, his worn bed spread was shot with ash burns, and the only two settings on the climate control system seemed to be "sweltering" or "frigid." Finally, the bed was too short. "Don't you people want to make your guests feel at home?" he fumed.

"If our guests wanted to feel at home," intoned the clerk, processing the credit card, "we figure they'd have stayed at home."