A sales representative takes a room for the night in a small hotel in the city.
As soon as he has dropped off his things, he goes back down to see the concierge:
- Say so, I think you're exaggerating. Look what I found at the foot of my bed. And he drops a bug on the counter.
"Well, it's just a bedbug," said the concierge of the hotel, "and besides, she's dead." These are things that happen you know well.
The tired represemtaative goes back to bed.
The next day, going to return the keys, he is not at all, but then not at all happy and he says:
- By the way, last night's bug that was dead ... Well you should have seen all the begs that come for his funeral!