When I was 19 years old, my best friend and I took an early Sunday evening flight up north to visit my brother and his girlfriend (now wife) for a week. By the time they picked us up from the airport, went out to dinner, got to their house and settled in, it was getting pretty late and they both had to go to work for a few hours the next day so we all decided to call it a night and go to bed.
The following morning my brother woke us early with homemade French toast and coffee. We sat and ate breakfast with them while we discussed plans for when they got home later that day. We finished breakfast just in time for them to grab their things and head out the door but not before stopping and letting us know that we are welcome to watch any movies they have except for the unmarked tape. “You don’t want to see it” was the explanation as they hurried out the door.
We watched through the window and waited for them to drive out of the driveway and disappear down the hill. We frantically started thumbing through all of the movies trying to find the unmarked tape because of course, that is the one we wanted to watch.