Well, not really. The head (toilet) was dark for a short time today down by my berthing, and I figured I was good to go...and I was, except for when I needed to flush. So here I am in the dark, running my hands around the outside of the bowl trying to find the flush handle, and thinking how much easier it would have been if I'd taken the extra minute to go down to the berthing and fetch a light.
But at least I did manage to flush.
And this post rather exemplifies why I don't do well in polite company, because it was a funny story at lunch.