On a crisp, fall evening a guest at a major hotel called the front desk complaining of a persistent, humming noise. After the female security agent met with the married guests, (the husband in particular, was on edge) and was unable to locate the source of the problem, the boys with the tool belts were called in.
They searched the rooms on either side – no luck.
They searched the rooms above and below – no luck.
After checking the air duct and the light fixtures, the male maintenance employee took a long, slow look around the room and zeroed in on the armoire.
Can you guess where this is going?
At this point the guest’s ethnicity should be noted, as it goes to the heart of the story. In middle-eastern culture, the female is greatly discouraged from the act of, shall we say, self-pleasuring.
To say the least.
Needless to say, a samurai sword couldn’t have cut the tension, surprise, ( in the husband’s case, of course,) and embarrassment in the room. But after ensuring the wife’s protection from the wrath of a wounded middle-eastern, male ego, the hotel employees went on their way.
A minute later, the guest room door opened and two “D” batteries were tossed down the hall.
See you in the lobby, kids…