Last week for his birthday, Charlie went out drinking with a group of buddies at a local bar. As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, one by one, his friends said their goodbyes and left. Eventually, Charlie was the last one remaining, finishing up his drink as the bartender began cleaning up.
When closing time came, Charlie downed the last sip, stood up, and took a step toward the door, only to immediately crash face-first onto the floor.
Lying there in disbelief, he muttered to himself, “Man, I must be way drunker than I thought. Maybe if I crawl to the door and get some fresh air, I’ll feel better.”
Determined, he began an army crawl across the floor toward the door. When he finally reached it, he pulled himself up using the doorframe, opened the door, and took in a big gulp of the cool night air. For a moment, he thought he was fine. “Alright, I can do this!”… he reassured himself. But as soon as he stepped forward, down he went again, flat on his face.
Frustrated, he muttered, “Okay, crawling it is.” Charlie set his sights on home, which wasn’t too far away, and began painstakingly inching his way along the sidewalk.
An hour later, drenched in sweat and exhausted, he finally made it to his front door. “Surely I’ve sobered up a bit by now,” he thought. Pulling himself upright, he opened the door, stepped inside and immediately collapsed again, face-first onto the floor.
Defeated, Charlie grumbled, “Forget it. I’ll just sleep this off.” He crawled up the stairs, dragged himself into bed, and passed out in an alcohol-fueled haze.
The next morning, Charlie woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee. Opening his eyes, he saw his wife standing by the bed with a tray of all his favorite breakfast foods: eggs, bacon, sausage, and steaming coffee.
Surprised, Charlie said, “Wow, honey! This is amazing. All my favorites! What did I do to deserve this?”
His wife smiled sweetly and replied, “Well, I figured you’d have a rough morning after all the drinking last night.”
Confused, Charlie asked, “I’m glad you’re not mad that I stayed out so late, but how did you know I’d be so hungover?”
Her smile widened as she said, “Oh, the bartender called. You left your wheelchair at the bar last night.”