Took a road trip through Scotland with friends, ten people in total, many years ago. Spent one of the nights in a hostel in a lovely old castle in the middle of nowhere. We were all in one room and talked a lot and probably a little too loud the entire evening. Had some drinks too. The conservative British family next door didn't approve and called the owner on us. He found the alcohol in our room. There may or may not have been a policy against that at the place.

Anyway, I sat in the lower bunk when he entered the room, so all I ever saw of him was his huge belly, it was trembling. I never saw his face. I thought he was shaking from anger, but later I realized it was just the dozens of stairs that got him close to a heart attack. I'll never forget that he started with "That wasn't very smart of you guys. I have every right to throw you out." My mind wandered off to an image of us sleeping in our rental cars in dark Scottish woods and suddenly I remembered the beginning of American Werewolf. I shuddered.
Somehow we weaseld out of the punishment and were able to stay the night, which was our last anyway. We were pretty pissed at the stuck up British family and I considered seducing their teenage daughter as revenge, but decided against it after all.

Next morning when we checked out the young woman at the desk (who was the owner's daughter I think) smiled at us and said "Oh so you are the noisy ones."

Still love that hostel, though.