i just remembered for some reason a conversation i had with my friend joe two years ago.
he came in class and in the middle of class he turned to me while working and said he had a horrifying experience the night before. he had gotten out of bed and walked into his parents room to ask him a question, and...
:!: :shock: :!:
he walked in on them!
he walked away before they noticed.
I thought the horrifying news was that your friend came in class. But yeah, otherwise this is a good cautionary tale. Remember kids, knocking is important.
He only walked in on them once? My parents were a common joke amongst my friends for how often they got it on. They called it the Bedroom Olympics.
Honestly, it's not a big deal. After a lot of ribbing every one of my friends agreed that they hoped they'd still be getting it as much as my parents did when they were that old.
What would I do? I'd throw up. My parents are old (Dad is 76, mom is in her 50's). Ofter I was done throwing up and no longer in pain from the following dry heaves. I would start laughing. "Ha! The bastard can still get it up eh?"