Here's a good one, make you smile... I had a job driving a supply truck for a summer camp company. We decided to go see a friend in Ft. Collins, CO the night before picking up some kids at the airport in Denver, and there was a sorority party. I don't remember much of it, except I enjoyed myself, and when I woke up, the keys to the truck were missing. We didn't have a spare. Hungover as shit, we tore apart a SORORITY house, about 35 rooms and couldn't find it. We had to be at the airport in an hour and we were seventy-five minutes away, at least. My friend at the Sorority decided last minute to check once more, and low and behold she found the keys under a couch cushion in the nether regions of the basement. At that time I was going at my truck with a coat hanger, trying to jimmy it open. We said our goodbyes, bolted a Ryder truck at 90mph down the interstate and were 10 minutes late. No one ever knew.