i stayed in this hostel just outside of London many years ago. One day I went to go take a shower and found that there was a line of about 5 or 6 other guys waiting for a shower stall to open up. I took my place at the end of the line...which happened to be all the way where the toilet stalls were.
After about 5 minutes of waiting some 104 year old, skinny, creepy Euro dude hustles into the bathroom and goes into one of the toilets.
I have no idea what was wrong with this old geezer but for the next 10 minutes his digestive tract played an entire symphony. His butthole farted, sprayed, trumpeted, thundered, hooted, bubbled, and I swear one time it sound like it was yodeling. Accompanying this rectal cacophony were ungodly splashing sounds and long, plaintiff moans. A few times the old man quietly cursed (I'm assuming) in German or Dutch or something. Actually he might have been praying.
I did not want to lose my place in line so I was forced to listen to that afront to everything good and decent until it was my turn for the shower.
All things being equal...I would rather listen to that 20 times than 1 Alanis Morissette song.