What's the worst room anyone's ever seen during a room inspection?

Here is a twist to a worst room story: As a First Sergeant (early 90s) at Fort Bragg, I would walk thru my Soldiers barracks everyday day. Not at the same time, not every room, though I would go thru every room at least once a week. On one particular day, it was early afternoon and as I started to head to the barracks, I grabbed the unit commander and said, "Come on, lets go for a walk, talk and check the barracks!" Off we went. Upon entering the lobby (2nd floor), we could hear noises coming from one room, and being an outstanding First Sergeant I immediately recognized and knew those sounds!

Upon entering the room (using my master key) the Soldier and his very nice looking companion suddenly stopped, both jumped out of bed coming to "at ease" (yes naked)!
I slowly backed up blocking the door way before the commander could walk in and said,
"Nice looking room today SPC XXXXXX, carry on!" Gave them a nice hand salute as I backed out before the Commander had the chance to come in.

We continued on with the walk thru with no more surprises.

The good part to the story was that without having to say a word to that Soldier, he "like overnight", turned around from being a marginal performer to being an outstanding young trooper who went on to become Soldier of the Month, Quarter, and Promoted to Sergeant within 12 months ...............................and went on to become a Brigade CSM, retiring several years ago!

I did attend his retirement, and in case anyone is still wondering about the young lady, they have now been married soon to be 20 years.

I don't know about the worst room, but I always remember the things that people "leave out" in the open. I've seen some weird stuff. By far the most gutsy/funny one I have seen was a Soldier who left their "bedroom implements" in an open drawer...many of them of all shapes and sizes. Thank the Lord it was my 1SG who was inspecting and not I. It was pretty funny though. This was in the days when there weren't any camera phones though...so no evidence was captured.

OK, not an inspection story, but this is what happened to me in family housing. My upstairs E-5 neighbor had a water hose going up to his house in the dead of winter at Fort Drum. It hada foot of ice around it. At night we would have the chandelier shoke violently and heard saws. I kid you not, the man was slaughtering pigs in the kitchen and butchering the meat himself to save money. His reason...."I worked in a slaughterhouse as a civilian." You can't make this stuff up.