Someone was painting our summer/weekend house in the Hamptons. We arrived Friday evening to find music blaring and the painter in one of the beds with his girlfriend or whatever. My mother was mortified. Thank goodness we didn't catch them in the act, but it was pretty embarrassing all around. I suspect that they had expected to have the place to themselves that weekend. No one would stay in that room that weekend until it was decontaminated.
So I can feel your pain, aephialum. It was pretty gross.
