As a young dormitory-dwelling Airman at Loring AFB in 1982 I had a roommate that was a very prolific snorer. Usually by the end of the night all the shoes in the room where piled up on him.

One day as my girlfriend (future/current wife) and I were going back to the room to get something, I told her to "wait a sec". You see it was only 11 am on a Saturday morning and it was questionable as to whether Joe was up yet (2nd shift worker, Bud drinker, so on and so forth). I cracked the door peeked in, checked to make sure everything was all clear. I determined it was a good time to enter the room. Some gf and I waltz in there. Joe is in the middle of the room in his underdrawers. He is caught between his bed and a chair. He doesn't know whether to S%^& or go blind. He darts to a straightback chair calls me an SOB in his Long Island accent and tells me to give him a blanket. GF and I laugh rather heartily and left. I'm not sure he ever forgave me....