As I wonder what is the fate of my employment since the place was sold out to a new owner, I say what the hell. I'm going to write something. And sometimes when the chips are down, you could use a good laugh to forget about your losses.
John was finishing his paperwork when an elderly man came to the front desk to do a check-out. The elderly man seemed irritable from the lack of sleep, but was calm upon checking out. John gave the elderly man his attention as he took the key card from the him.
"Did you sleep well sir?" John asked.
"No," said the man who spoke with a Chicagoan accent. "I'd like to complain about the people next door. Some woman kept me up all night, dreaming about this candy bar."
"Candy bar?" as he processed the check-out, printing out his receipt.
"Yeah, at two in the morning, she kept saying... Oh Henry... Oh Henry... Oh Henry!"