The craziest thing I have heard of late did not happen to me. It happened to a friend of mine, or, more accurately, he caused this to happen. My friend gets incredibly drunk at a bar in NYC. He shuts down the bar with a friend at 2 AM or whatever. Rather than try to make it across town to his apartment, he stays over at a friend's place on that friend's couch. My friend wakes up in the middle of the night, predictably, having to use the restroom. Disoriented, he walks out the front door of the apartment, thinking he is walking into the bathroom. Alas, no toilet. He starts walking down the hallway and starts trying to open every door, looking for the bathroom. Eventually, one door opens. He walks into a stranger's apartment, uses the restroom. He is so drunk that it never occurs to him that he is not in his friend's apartment. He does his business and goes to sleep in a stranger's living room, on the stranger's couch. He is awakened early that morning by a 3-year-old girl who says, "Mommy, there's a strange man on our couch!" My friend is forced to run from the apartment, wearing only socks and boxers. He made it out alive, believe it or not, and found his way home shortly thereafter. Talk about a close call.