Back with Ma and Pa, Ma recently set out to visit her relations in the east. Not having traveled much further than the county seat over the past 40 years, she's a bit out of practice.
Arriving at her first stop, Ma checks in at the hotel, and a rather ordinary bellboy takes her bags. She follows the boy, and as the door closes, she looks around and shakes her fist.
"Young man," says she, "I may be old, and straight from the hills, but that don't mean I'm stupid. "I paid good money, and this room won't do at all. "It's too small, and without proper ventilation; why there's not even a bed ..."
The bellhop passes her an exceedingly tired look.
"Ma'am, this isn't your room, it's the elevator ..."