By the time a Marine finally pulled into a little town, every hotel room was already taken.

“You’ve got to have a room somewhere,” he pleaded. “Or just a bed, I don’t care where.”

“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 truth be told, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past, so I’m not sure it’d be entirely 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.

“So, how did you sleep?” asked the curious manager.

“Never better,” replied the Marine.

The manager was impressed. “No problem with the other guy snoring, then?”

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

“Seriously? Now how on Earth did you manage that?” asked the manager.

“He was already in bed, happily snoring away, when I entered the room,” the Marine explained. “I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered, ‘Goodnight, beautiful’ – and with that, he sat up all night watching me!”