A MAN WAS WALKING DOWN A COUNTRY ROAD ONE NIGHT WHEN HE SAW
A HOTEL IN THE DISTANCE. FEELING TIRED, HE DECIDED TO STOP FOR
THE NIGHT.
"CAN I HELP YOU?" ASKED THE INNKEEPER AS THE MAN WALKED
INTO THE LOBBY.
"I COULD USE A ROOM," THE MAN REPLIED.
"I GOT ONE ROOM LEFT," ANSWERED THE INNKEEPER. "MY
DAUGHTER'S SLEEPING IN THERE, BUT I'LL LET YOU HAVE IT ANYWAY,
SO DON'T YOU GET NO IDEAS."
THE MAN AGREED, AND PICKED UP THE KEY. WHILE UNDRESSING
FOR BED, HE NOTICED THAT THE INNKEEPER'S DAUGHTER WAS QUITE
BEAUTIFUL, SO HE FIGURED THAT A GOOD-NIGHT KISS COULDN'T
HURT.
HE AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING, AND AS HE CHECKED OUT, HE ASKED THE
INNKEEPER WHY HIS MOUTH HAD BECOME FULL OF RICE WHEN HE KISSED
HIS DAUGHTER.
"YOU PEOPLE NEVER LISTEN," SIGHED THE INNKEEPER. "THAT
WASN'T RICE. IT WAS MAGGOTS. MY DAUGHTER'S BEEN DEAD FOR
SEVEN YEARS."

Submitter comment: I REPEATED THE STORY TO TWO FRIENDS. BOTH HAD ALREADY
HEARD A SIMILAR VERSION.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; ROSEVILLE

Date learned: 05-00-1980 ; 07-00-1980