As a young married couple, my husband and I lived in a cheap [apartment] complex. Our chief complaint was that the walls were paper-thin and that we had no privacy. This was painfully obvious one morning when my husband was upstairs and I was downstairs on the telephone. I was interrupted by the doorbell and went to greet my neighbor. "Give this to your husband," he said, thrusting a roll of toilet paper into my hands. "He's been yelling for it for 15 minutes."