I went to boot camp in San Diego in February 1962. Half way through, boots took a week away from training for service week. mess cooks, cleaning duties etc. I was assigned to work in the linen locker, exchanging dirty linens for clean.

There was head and a scuttlebutt (if you are not Navy you might call it a drinking fountain)in the room. And we were allowed to smoke at will.

I found that this was next to paradise. I could get a drink of water, smoke and even go to the bathroom anytime I wanted.

That taught me how little we need to get along. Not only being content, but being happy as a clam with very little.