Cynthia, who was a rather well-proportioned (well endowed) secretary, spent almost all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of the hotel she was lodging in. She wore a bathing suit the first day, but on the second day, she decided that no one could see her up there, and she got naked.
She had hardly started when she heard someone running up the stairs. She was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel and wrapped herself up.
“Excuse me miss,” said the hotel manager, out of breath from running up the stairs, “This Sheraton Hotel does not mind you sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate you wear a bathing suit as you did yesterday.”
“What difference does it make?” she asked calmly, “No one can see me up here, and besides, I’m covered with a towel.”
“Not exactly,” said the embarrassed manager. “You are lying on the general bar see through roof.”