The last hotel

The last hotel……Continue Reading Below first comment 👇👇

Late one evening a Marine pulled into a little town, only to find that every hotel room was taken.

“Well, I do have a double room with one occupant, a Navy guy,” admitted the manager, “and he might be glad to split the cost.

But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I’m not sure it’d be worth it to you.”

“No problem,” the tired Marine assured him, “I’ll take it.”

The next morning the Marine came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

“How did you sleep?” asked the manager.

“Never better.” The manager was impressed.

“No problem with the other guy snoring, then?”

“Nope, I shut him up in no time,” said the Marine.

“How’d you manage that?” asked the manager.

“He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room,” the Marine explained. “I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, ‘Goodnight, beautiful,’ and after that he sat up all night watching me…

When he finally got to the last hotel, he pleaded to the manager, “You’ve got to have a room somewhere, or just a bed, I don’t care where.”

Related Posts

My husband secretly married his mistress while I was at work

My husband secretly married his mistress while I was at work, then returned from his “business trip” expecting to enter my $10 million bungalow. But his key…

PART 2 My husband secretly married his mistress while I was at work

She pulled back. “What medical reports?” Relationship boundary setting My mother-in-law stepped forward. “This is Audrey’s drama. She is jealous because you are carrying the heir.” The…

PART 3 My husband secretly married his mistress while I was at work

Robert stepped closer to the gate. “You sold our house.” “I sold my house.” “You had no right!” That almost made me smile. “No right? Robert, you…

PART 4 My husband secretly married his mistress while I was at work

I did not want pity for her. I did not want friendship. But I knew what it felt like to be a woman standing in the ruins…

Silent Vows, Hidden Lives

Grief knocked the breath from my body and left it there on the church floor. One moment I was a wife in black, the next I was…

PART 2 My husband died after sixty-two years of marriage.

The metal door groaned open like a throat clearing before confession. Instead of lipstick on shirts or hotel receipts, I found cardboard boxes lined in Harold’s neat…