During my freshman year of college, one renegade resident of my floor, in response to the noise someone was shouting from a window, headed to the stairwell, and...responded. He then dashed into my dorm room, where his roommate, my roommate, and I were talking.
Several seconds later, a resident assistant from another floor knocked on the door. When we answered, the r.a. was out of breath.
"I've just come from the stairwell," he said, panting yet sounding like an executioner. "Someone was singing 'You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling' at the top of his lungs, and I'm pretty sure he ran into this room. Do any of you want to own up to that?"
The four of us looked at each other. After a pause, the singing scofflaw raised his hand. The r.a. reminded him that our floor was a designated quiet floor and that singing loudly out the window at such a late hour was inconsiderate.
As far as I know, the guilty party never sang that Righteous Brothers oldie, or any other song, out of a dorm window again. You just never know when a resident assistant's stern guidance will change a student's direction and set him on the path to becoming a solid citizen.
Thus ends Sarcastic Conclusion Day at the ballpark.
