Since it's been a bit quiet round here recently, here's an ancient memory from when I still lived in England and was a student in Birmingham.
I spent my first year in digs, living in a room in the home of a family. The two offspring of the family were young adults, about 22 and 18, but still lived there in their parents' home. Occasionally the parents would both go away for a day or two, and their daughter and son would take advantage of that by holding a huge party for their friends in the house without their parents' knowledge. These parties were invariably rowdy and noisy, and not being quite the party type myself I spent the time cowering in my room upstairs while it was all going on.
It was a nuisance of course, but as compensation I could listen for the inevitable results of all those young men needing to let all the beer out the other end urgently in a situation where the single bathroom struggled to cope with the numbers of people!
The most memorable thing I heard was a masculine bellow from outside the bathroom: "Hurry up in there, I can't wait!" I was too shy to go out of my room and investigate, but that shout certainly fueled my imagination!
And on another occasion, I had actually gone to bed with the party still in full swing downstairs, when my door suddenly opened and the light was turned on. There stood a young man, maybe about 20 years old, wearing casual clothing including the light blue coloured jeans which were fashionable at the time (1982/83). He looked around in confusion, saw me in bed, looked very embarrassed, and said "Is this the toilet?" As he said this, he leant back against the wall and wrapped one leg around the other. I've never forgotten that desperation stance as I saw it then! I considered answering "Does it look like it?" or something similarly sarcastic, but in fact I behaved myself and gave him directions to where he obviously desperately needed to go.
