Tales of the Drunk

In recalling the Bad Idea Bears, I decided to share some of the stories they have played the muse to. Keep in mind, these are not necessarily MY stories and the names have been changed. Here's the first of this hopeful series:

• One college morning, Joe woke up after a night of hardcore drinking to the giggles of the Bad Idea Bears (BIB). He decided to go downstairs to the convenience store to get some gatorade and replenish his hungover body. In the elevator, he heard the BIB's snickering whispers. He doesn't know yet. Sshh. This is gonna be awesome. Tiny, fur-covered high-fives all around. Joe walked out of the building and followed his usual morning-after route down the block, bleary-eyed and ragged. He entered the store, went straight back to the refrigerators, grabbed his Gatorade flavor of choice and headed to the register. Absent-mindedly, Joe stared at the unfamiliar cashier, unable to understand what he was saying. "Avez-vous besoin d'un sac?" repeated the cashier. Realization flooded over Joe with the explosive laughter of the BIB. Without the gatorade, Joe ran outside and finally looked at the streets with wide-awake eyes. This was not his street. He ran back to the building he stumbled out of just minutes before. This was not his building. He sat on the curb. This was not his country. Joe had somehow left his upstate New York college at some point the night before and ended up in Canada. Who knew the BIB had passports?

You are all encouraged to comment back with your own tales.