Dad tells a story about when he and grandpa went to Las Vegas, NV.  They were both tired and decided to stop and stay the night.  After a meal of prime rib and exhausting each of their $2 roll of nickels (such big rollers they were!) they decided to go to bed around 8:00 p.m.

They fell asleep, then about 10-10:30 they heard bunch of noise from above – thumping and partying and the likes.  Grandpa, being the big fella that he was says “this ain’t gonna work”. So he sat up and pulled his pants on, put his shirt up but didn’t button all the way. Walked upstairs and pounded.

Dad said he heard thump-thump fella open the door. From what he was told, the guys eyes came to mid-chest on grandpa and he slowly panned upward. Grandpa said, “Son, I’m downstairs trying to sleep and you aren’t making it easy. I’d appreciate it if you’d be quiet.”

The guy apologized and they quieted down.  Well these guys were looking to party in Vegas, and around 2:00 a.m. Dad and grandpa heard them stumble back into their room and crash.

Now, having been to bed at 8:00 p.m. the night before, both Dad and grandpa were wide awake at 5:30 a.m. and ready to get on the road.  Grandpa sat up in bed like a buddha, dad says, and scratched his head, looked down and sees his boot.  Size11 1/2 EEE . He reached down, grabbed the boot, flung it up and slammed it against the ceiling. At that time they heard someone upstairs fall out of bed.Then he reached down and grabbed the wastebasket.  He stood up and placed the wastebasket against the ceiling and rattled it. Next thing they heard was thump thump thump of someone running to the bathroom and the sounds of that person getting sick in the toilet.

All this time, grandpa never said a word.