So I get to my fiance's place, but I don't see her anywhere; I just figure she's stepped out to her friend's next door or somethin'. I hear her washing machine, which is in the john, running. I step in there to drain the weasel. It isn't the washing machine running; it's the shower. She isn't accustomed yet to finding me standing there when she steps out of the shower.

I've never heard a SCREEEEEECH quite like that before or since. : )

(Nor have I seen anything lovlier to me).