Tan Lines

Joan, a rather well-proportioned woman , planned to spend almost all of

her vacation sunbathing. She found the ideal spot on the roof of her

hotel. It was deserted and secluded, with a smooth, raised "deck" which

received the sun all day long. She wore a bathing suit on the first day,

but on the second, she decided that since no one could see her way up

there, she would slip out of it and get rid of the tan lines on her back.

She'd been lying there on her stomach for a little while when she heard

someone running up the stairs toward the roof. Startled, she didn't have

time to pull on her suit, and since she was lying on her stomach,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 you

sunbathing up here, but we would very much appreciate your wearing a

bathing suit, as you did yesterday"

"YESTERDAY!" she exclaimed, rather irritated... "Have you been following

me around? And besides, what difference does it make ANYWAY, since no one

except a nosy assistant manager can see me? I'm on the top floor and I'm

covered with a towel."

"Well, that would be true," said the embarrassed little man, "except for

the fact that you're lying on the dining room skylight."