By the time Scarff pulled into Clearwater, every hotel room in town was 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 Scientologist," 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 Scarff assured him. "I'll take it."

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

"Sleep well?" asked the manager.

"Never better."

The manager was impressed. "No problem with the Scieno guy snoring, then?"

"Nope, I shut him up in no time!" exclaimed Scarff.

"How'd you manage that???" asked the manager.

"He was already asleep in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room," Scarff explained. "I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, sweetheart,' and he sat up all night watching me!"

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