You walk back to your room, humbled but, maybe, just maybe... wiser. (Ah, who are you kidding?)
As walk through your dorm's hallway, you comtemplate that evening's experiences. Rounding a corner, you run into your roommate Sam, and judging by the look on his face, he's just had another fight with his girlfriend Jen.
"Hey, Sam, I've just had the worst night, let me tell you about
it."
"You've gotta be kidding me! I just broke up with Jen for real this time."
Huh? Isn't that the third time this week?
"Uh, that's a real shame, sorry to hear it," you say, "But hey, at least you've got your health. I mean, you could be blind or lose your sense of smell or something."
"Smell! What are you talking about? That's hardly even similar to sight! It's the least important sense, by far!"
"What?! No way! I'd much rather lose something like sense of touch than sense of smell."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard..." Sam snorts.
Fortunately for both of you, you're at the door to your suite already...