I arrive at the leaky faucet

It's about 10 o'clock at night

I look around, of course.... no one in site

So I ring the bell they had there

And this guy eventually comes out to give me this cold cantankerous stare.

He proceeds by ranting and raving all up in my face with his sixty-year-old meds breath, And I'm like, whoa buddy, I don't know who shit in your Wheaties this morning, but I just wanted to know if you had any beds left.

(a short adlib about a frustrating moment you had once)