An Answer To My Prayer

I was traveling all alone; Hundreds of miles from my home; I stopped in the hotel bar to have a beer and watch the game. It was a town in the Midwest; I was a little down I will confess; The town was small and the hotel bar, just the same. I sat between two girls and a guy; They’d had enough to no longer be shy; Within minutes we shook hands and shared our names. They were really happy folks; We told stories and many jokes; Before we knew it, the bar’s one o’clock closing time came. I charged the drinks to my room; Said my room number aloud, I assume; We said, “Good-bye, hope to see you sometime again.” I was in my room, five minutes, no more, When there was a light knocking at my door; I thought, “To my wife, how this, could I explain.” I quickly said me a prayer, “Oh Lord, please don’t put temptation there.” I am weak, a little tipsy and totally lame. When my visitor I did espy, It wasn’t one of the girls, it was the guy; Not what I expected, but my prayer was answered just the same. He was harmless enough, But I’m not into that kind of stuff; I sent him back to his room without inflicting any shame. The next night at the same time, I revisited the scene of the crime; It was only me, the bartender and a baseball game. I was telling her my story, She winked and said, “Oh boy”, “I knew those girls liked you, or Rosie’s not my name.” But I said, “That’s just the thing, “It was the one with a ding-a-ling”; We laughed so hard, you’d think we were insane. When I got home to my wife, The best friend in my entire life; I told my story, but she found it kind of lame. The one thing that this taught me, Is that there really is a divinity; My continued monogamy, answered prayers share the blame.