Late one evening, a businessman stopped for the night at a little country pub near London called The George and Dragon.
He asked the lady at reception if they were still serving meals.
“No!” she snapped. “Meals stop at 8 p.m. sharp. Not even a sandwich after that!”
The man sighed, “Alright then… what about breakfast in my room tomorrow morning?”
“Absolutely not!” she barked. “Breakfast is at 7:30 a.m. in the dining room. Prompt. No exceptions.”
The man paused for a moment and then asked quietly…
“Okay… any chance I could have a quick word with George?”