A man is sitting at the bar...

...and he hears the bartender give the last call. He thinks to himself, this would be an appropriate time to stand up and start making his way home.

He goes to stand up and falls flat on his face.

"That's strange. I can't have possibly had that much to drink." He attempts to stand up a second time. Same result.

"I'll just crawl to the front door and get some fresh air. That ought to sober me up."

The man army crawls all the way to front door, reaches for the handle, pulls himself up, and falls flat on his face out onto the sidewalk.

"This cannot be happening. I only live a couple of blocks from the bar. It looks like I'll have until then to sober up from the crawl."

The man then makes the journey home, crawling his confused self all the way to his front door where he tries to stand up and walk inside. He falls once again just inside the doorway.

"Am I really going to have to crawl all the way upstairs into the bedroom?!"

Sure enough, he makes his way up the stairs, into the bedroom, to the foot of the bed. With one last attempt he gets to his feet, and falls into his bed for the evening.

The next morning the man is awoken by his disgruntled wife.

"I see you were out drinking all night."

Defeated, the man responded, "How did you know?"

"The bar called. You forgot your wheelchair."