My problems with this tend to be in Europe: in a relatively large city in Poland last year, and, believe it or not, in Paris years ago.

The Paris story is interesting. I was there for the Bicentennial, and a hetero friend, John, was traveling with me. My brother had leased an apartment in the sixth for the Summer, but another brother had arrived with friends unexpectedly early. So, after my long trip, John and I checked into a hotel. The owner, who was clerking, had one vacancy, and was very reluctant to sell it to us. I realized a bit later why: the room had one, narrow Queen bed.

John and I had a good laugh by putting on a show for the owner at check-out the next morning.