My cousin Stephen was definitely the alpha dog of our little pack, but every dog has his day as you will see.
When I was about twenty, we took a family trip to the Grand Canyon. On the first night, Stephen and my other cousin Johnny were roommates. When Stephen went into their room first and he noticed that one of the beds had "Magic Fingers" and quickly claimed it for himself.
"Magic Fingers," was an electrical device that, when hooked up to a bed, would cause it to vibrate and make you feel like you were getting a massage. Next to the bed was a little box, with a slot for two quarters for a fifteen-minute massage, a nice way to relax after a long day on the road.
When they got to bed, Stephen slipped two quarters into the "Magic Fingers" box and lay back to enjoy his massage and nothing happened.
In frustration, he chased down the wires and noticed that the "Magic Fingers" box was connected to Johnny's bed; and, further, there was Johnny happily vibrating away. Johnny had switched the mattresses on the beds. Oh, and he left the "Magic Fingers" box right next to Stephen's bed, so he could pay for the massage.
Stephen gave Johnny quite a hard time about it or at least that's what it sounded like from down the hallway. Sometimes it's hard to tell exactly what people are saying when there's a lot of yelling going on. But I'm sure that, in the end, Johnny got a good night's sleep. After all, he had a "Magic Fingers" massage to help him relax.