A traveling salesman finds himself stranded in the tiniest town in Ireland. He
knocks on the door of a little hotel.
� Sorry, we don’t have a spare room,” says the manager, “but you’re welcome to
share with a little red-headed schoolteacher, if that’s okay.”
� Oh, that’ll be great,” says the salesman, grinning from ear to ear. “And
don’t worry, I’ll be a real gentleman.”
� Just as well,” says the manager. “So will the little red-headed
schoolteacher.”