Not many years, but many hours after. In the mid 90s I was working for a CPA firm on an out-of-town assignment in San Francisco. I was staying at the Hyatt Embarcadero Center (I presume it’s still called that). Nice hotel. Anyway, I’m working long hours, it’s Friday night, I have to work all day Saturday before flying home Saturday night. I’m asleep Friday night / early Saturday, suddenly I’m awake courtesy of the loud gang in the room next door. My room was the very last room at the end of the hall, so no one except them shared a border with me. Anyway, the loud, boisterous assholes cost me what I wanted most, sleep. I eventually got back to sleep after an hour or two but I was still a groggy mess when I woke up early for work. Probably 6AM or so.

Anyway, I was ready to go, packed my stuff, was about to walk out of the room then got a thought! Those drunk, hung over assholes are all sleeping now. There’s no one on one end of me to bother, just them. And as luck would have it the TV in my room borders the wall where their hung over heads are laying. So before I head out the door I turn on the TV, crank to max volume, then split. My black, dead heart hopes they suffered for a long time, maybe I ruined their whole day. Maybe they got on the phone right away to the staff and they were back to sleeping in 15 minutes. Who knows, I got mine so to speak.