My first couple encounters with Resident Advisors (RAs) occurred during late night bombing exercises of nearby Fort Hood in 1986.
One particular RA did not like me, and falsely accused me of making too much late night noise on several different occasions. I was an older student nurse and very respectful of the rules although I thought some of the rules were overly restrictive. I never was the noise-maker, so I was getting put out with her accusations.
One particular night she flew up the stairs to my 3rd floor corner dorm room, and threw the door open, after barely tapping. She shook with rage as she stood, framed in the doorway, and accused me and my roomy of jumping on the bunk beds--twice in the same night!
The first time, caught me so off-guard I was speechless.
However, after I recovered from my initial shock, I realized Ft Hood was in the middle of bombing practice--you'd have thought an Air Force Brat who had grown up listening to bombing manuvers would have blurted it out the first time she accused us. I can only attribute my silence to my shock. Anyway, the second visit from the Wicked RA of the West, I was prepared for her.
I looked at her like she was a three-headed monster from outter space, and with as much disdain as I could force into my voice, I asked her just how we were supposed to be jumping on bunk beds we couldn't even sit up straight on.
Before she gathered her wits enough to come up with a plausible answer, another bomb exploded and the windows rattled so hard I feared they would break.
She wheeled around and stormed off without another word--not even an apology.
Not too long thereafter, they were advertising for another RA. I was relieved--she was far too high-strung for that campus job.
It's been a while since I've heard the bombs at Ft Hood that loud--but tonight they rival that long ago bombing maneuver.
I half expect my door to fly open and a crazed woman to start shaking her finger in my face, accusing the FurBoys and me of swinging from the ceiling fan....😉