A businessman travelling through rural England decided to stop the night at a picturesque country inn, the George and Dragon. Checking-in at reception, he asked the lady co-owner whether meals were still being served at the bar. "No," she replied forcefully. "Last meals are 8 p.m. sharp. It is now 8.10 p.m." "Not even a sandwich?" he asked sheepishly. "No, not even a sandwich. The chef has packed up, and I'm certainly not going to start slaving away in the kitchen at this time of night just because you haven't thought things out very well." "Very well," he said resignedly. "Is there any chance of having breakfast in my room in the morning?" "Certainly not," she snapped. "All breakfasts are served in the dining room at 7.30 a.m. prompt. Any more questions?" "Yes. Do you think I might have a word with George?"