Travelling around the holidays is complete submission of all human decency to airlines and hotels.Â Because of that, thereâ€™s certainly an odd ring of truth to the story of Joseph and Mary.Â This is the discussion as it likely occurred, but was later edited out.
The desk clerk has a mustache like the villain from a silent film.Â I would not be surprised to see him tying guests to train tracks and running away laughing in an exaggerated manner.
JOSEPH: Yes, we have a reservation for Joseph and Mary.
DESK CLERK: Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm not finding any reservation under those names.
JOSEPH: What? No, look again, we have a reservation.
DESK CLERK: Maybe you have your confirmation number?
JOSEPH: What? No, I must have left it in my other robe. But we do have a reservation! Can you get your manager?
DESK CLERK: Right away, sir.
MANAGER: Good evening, sir. What seems to be the problem?
JOSEPH: You lost our reservation we'd just really like to get some sleep.
MANAGER: Understood, sir. Let's see what we can do here. I have a very spacious pharaoh suite, if that would suit your needs.
JOSEPH: Yes, yes, anything. I just need a room. My wife is pregnant and could deliver at any moment.
MANAGER: Oh dear, I'm afraid I'll have to charge you the triple occupancy rate in that case.
JOSEPH: No, you don't understand. She's endowed with the Holy Spirit.
MANAGER: Twins? Well, congratulations! I will have to charge quadruple occupancy, unfortunately.
MARY: Ooh, felt him kick!