Years ago, when Obama was a gleam in his father's eye, and Buffalo roamed the plains, I was working on a television commercial in a very high class neighborhood in Connecticut.
It was a practice in those days, on ocasion when there was no honey-wagon, to pay someone in the neighborhood to rent the use of their toilet facilities.
I had to go and asked a crewmember if we had done so and he pointed to a beautiful mansion and said "we rented the bathroom in there".
To make a long story short, I wandered up the pathway, admired the garden, and found the front door to be unlocked. I went in, and headed up the stairway of the multi-million dollar house and proceeded to use the facilities.
Halfway through my "project", the door to the bathroom opened and a naked blond appeared and screamed at the top of her lungs!
She was apparently going to take a shower.
Needless to say, she had nothing whatsoever to do with the production and had definitely NOT rented her house to use as a neighborhood community bathroom.
That rated as one of the most embarrasing moments of my life.
The crew was outside and thought it was hilarious.