The Hotel Check-In

A friend of mine who works for the government was on a business trip, and checked into a hotel in Washington D.C. in preparation for a meeting at headquarters.

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Wanting to ensure he stayed completely on the up-and-up, he remembered to ask this time, to avoid it appearing on his bill -- which would be examined by government auditors.

"Excuse me," he said to the clerk as he accepted his room key.

"Yes, sir?" the clerk answered.

"I certainly hope," he said, "that the porn channel on my room's television is disabled."

"No, you sick bastard!" she exclaimed, backing away. "It's regular porn!"

Sometimes you have to be really careful how you word your questions.

Posted December 17, 2008

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