George was at a bar, drinking with his buddies. He looked at his watch and it read midnight. He told his wife he'd be home at ten thirty, so he decided to leave. He was pretty well hammered, so he wasn't surprised when he hit the floor as he got off the barstool. He tried again to get up and leave, only to meet the floor again. Eventually he thought it'd be best if he just crawled home. His wife was asleep when he got home; the next morning she woke him up.
"You were out drinking pretty late, weren't you, dear?" she asked.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"The barman called to say you'd forgotten your wheelchair."