Lost

[marval]

The tourist had lost his way on a back road and stopped at the farmhouse to ask if he could be put up for the night.

'Well, we're a little crowded, since there's already someone in the spare room,' replied the farmer.

'But I guess you can stay if you don't mind sharing the bed with a red haired schoolteacher.

''Look,' said the tourist, 'I want you to know I'm a gentleman.'

'Well,' mused the farmer, 'as far as I can tell, so is the red haired schoolteacher.'