I was pretty sure the hotel room service maid had folded the toilet paper into a pointed wedge to show that the hotel we were staying in was classy. But it turned out that Butch from my old high school was the Head Janitor there and he recognized me checking in.
One thing I learned. An Atomic Wedgie hurts a lot more when you're 55. Also, it's much more embarrassing hopping out the hotel restroom past a whole lobby full of people.