Changing Rooms

A drunk man staying at a hotel staggered down to the front desk and demanded a change of room.

“I see you’re in room 425,” noted the hotel manager. “That’s one of our finest rooms.”

“I don’t care,” said the belligerent drunk. “I want another room.”

“Very well sir, but would you mind telling me what you don’t like about your room?”

“Well for one thing,” slurred the drunk, “the room is on fire.”