Today I learned that it’s really valuable to remember important numbers, such as your room number. Because if you forget numbers like this, you might wake up an angry black man who glares out his window at you like this:
And then, by the time you remember where you live (two doors down), your access card will have been deactivated. So you’ll have to go and wake up the guy who works in the office to get you a new key, and he’ll look at you like this:
Not my finest hour.