A group of friends are drinking at a neighborhood bar.

At closing time, one by one each friend says goodbye and leaves. The last man in the bar finishes his drink stands up and takes a step towards the door, He immediately falls flat on his face.

Lying on the floor he mumbles to himself "Dang, I must be more drunk than I thought. Maybe if I crawl towards the door and get some fresh air I'll feel better."
So he begins to Army crawl his way to the door. Once he gets there he pulls himself up on the frame pops the door open and takes a deep breath of the cool night air.
He instantly feels better and decides he can walk now. Once again he takes one step and falls flat on his face.

"Shoot, I must be worse than I thought!"
He looks down the road at his home, and realizes that if he could Army crawl to door of the bar, he could do the same to his front door. So he painstakingly begins crawling to his home.

About 20 minutes of painstakingly inching himself home he finally makes it. Covered in sweat he decides to try walking again. "I must have burnt off some of the alcohol by now, this should be easy." He pulls himself up the frame of his front door, opens it up and takes a step inside. Once again, his face finds the floor immediately.

"Screw this! I just need to sleep this off." Being defeated he crawls upstairs, pulls himself into bed and drifts into a deep sleep.

The next morning He wakes up to a huge platter of food in front of him with his wife smiling over it. "Wow Honey! This is great! All my favorites, eggs, bacon, sausage, and coffee! Why did you do this?"
His wife lovingly responds "Well I figured you would have a rough hangover and would need a pick me up."
The husband, confused by this asked "I'm glad you are not mad that I was out so late, but how did you know I was going to be so hungover and would have a rough morning?"

"Well, the bartender called, you left your wheelchair at the bar last night."