My working environment for the week has a dearth of women’s restrooms so I used the handicapped facility earlier. It is, without doubt, the largest bathroom I have ever seen. While doing my business, I mused that “you could probably fit a bed in here.” And that reminds me of one of my favorite stories from college...

I only lived in the dorms during my freshman year. Our dorm was a complete circus – 24 floors filled with some 1,700 18-year-old kids away from home for the first time. (Not surprisingly, many of the friends I made in the dorm that year did not return for a second.)

For a good portion of the year, I dated a guy, Jamie, who lived two floors above me. One night, we were out carousing with friends, including his best friend from high school, who was visiting for the weekend. We carried on well into the night, but the hometown cat left the bar early to return to the dorm.

Upon returning to Jamie’s room late that night, we immediately realized something was awry. It wasn’t hard to notice – the enormous bunk bed was missing. Completely gone from the room.

It took a few minutes, but we finally found it … in the bathroom of their suite. His buddy had disassembled the bed, moved the pieces to the bathroom, reassembled it, and promptly passed out in it.

It was an incredible testament to what alcohol-fueled energy and creativity can produce.

And in an ensuing testament to laziness (and perhaps in recognition of good shtick), that bed stayed in the bathroom for quite a while.