Ah, how could I ever forget it?
It was our first cruise, one of the first evenings. We had an outside room, which in those days meant we had a porthole just above the waterline to watch the world pass by.
We had just left St. Lucia. My freshly-showered wife had just exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel. She looked particularly attractive, and I began to demonstrate my approval.
Suddenly, I felt like we were not alone. I looked up and there outside the porthole was the pilot boat running alongside, with the newly disembarked pilot and another crewman smiling and waving at us.
It would be fair to call that a mood-breaker.