By the time Wizz pulled into Birmingham for the Frugal Friends meeting, every hotel room was taken. "You must 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," admitted the manager, "and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, this man snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained. I`m not sure it`d be worth it to you."
"No problem," tired Wizz assured him. "I`ll take it."
The next morning Wizz came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "How`d you sleep?" asked the manager.
"Never better."
The manager was impressed. "No problem with your room mate?"
"Nope, I shut him up in no time," said Wizz.
"How`d you manage that?" asked the manager.
"He was already in bed, snoring away, when I entered in the room," Wizz explained. "So I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, `Goodnight, beautiful,` and he sat up all night watching me."
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric
Here I am doing and saying the same things I did back then and now I'm labelled senile
