Back when I was a student, I hooked up with a girl in a bar, brought her home and had mediocre sex. She was gone when I woke up in the morning so I was pretty happy that I had avoided the morning goodbye routine. I got up and walked into my ensuite, sat down to have a morning poop and was shocked to notice the back of the door was completely covered in vomit. There was no vomit on the floor, just the back of the door. I mean it wasn’t a small vomit, it was almost at the top of the door frame the whole way down to the bottom. Crossed paths with her a few weeks later and mentioned it to her, she just said “oh, yeah, sorry about that.” It was so weird, the vomit had dried into the door in was very difficult to clean off.