A pair of honeymooners checked into the Watergate Hotel in Washington, D. C. That night, as the husband was about to turn off the light, his bride asked, “Do you think this room is bugged?”
“That was a long time ago, sweet-heart,” he reassured her.
“But what if there’s a microphone somewhere? I’d be so embarrassed.”
So the groom searched under the tables and behind the pictures. Then he turned back the rug. Sure enoush, there was a funny-looking gizmo in the floor. He took out the screws, got rid of the hardware, and climbed into bed.
The next morning the newly weds were awakened by a hotel clerk who wanted to know if they had slept well.