I Called the Front Desk
In the ’90’s, I got a great deal on a hotel that was being renovated in Houston, Texas, near the 6 Flags Amusement Park. I was legally carrying a weapon and had it in the hotel room. I was the next to the last room on the floor, and there were noisy kids next door.
The bathroom was in the front of the room, and it had a suspended ceiling. I went to sleep and woke sometime later when I heard the toilet flush (I was alone in the room).
I got up to check it out, and there was a towel in the toilet, and the ceiling tile was moved out of place. It took me a few minutes to put it together: the kids next door got into the ceiling and into the room, putting their feet on the towels on the rack; knocking one into the toilet, making it flush because it soaked up so much water.
I called the front desk, and explained; they sent someone up to the room; I told them I was armed. I think it settled down after that.
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