An older woman spent almost all of her holiday sunbathing on the roof of the hotel. She wore a bathing suit the first day but, on the second, being a naturist, she decided that no one could see her all the way up there, so she slipped out of it for an overall tan.

She’d hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs. She quickly pulled a towel over her as they approached.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” said the flustered assistant manager of the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs.

“The hotel doesn’t mind you sunbathing on the roof but we would very much appreciate you wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday.”

“What difference does it make,” the woman asked rather calmly.

“No one can see me up here, and besides, I’m covered with a towel.”

“Not exactly,” said the embarrassed man. “You’re lying on the dining room skylight.”