I heard this story on the radio just after New Year's Eve.
George went out for New Years's to enjoy the festivities. He parked his car in the lot and gave some thought to not drinking and if he did drink he resolved in his mind that he would hand his keys over to the bartender.
The party at the bar was great and George had a few drinks and didn't turn over his keys. His friends left one by one and by the time George wanted to leave he didn't have anyone he knew well to drive him home.
The bar was closing soon and George went out to the parking lot. He decided he better sleep it off. He berated himself for not leaving earlier with friends and not handing his keys over. He got in the backseat, covered up with his coat and promptly fell asleep.
Then he woke up cold with the sun shining through the window of a building onto the car. He got out of the car and realized he was in a garage. He didn't recognize the inside of the garage because it was not HIS garage. Afraid he would be heard and be arrested for trespassing, he tried to open the garage door but couldn't figure out how to make it work. Finally, he was able to climb out the window of the garage.
Looking around he saw he was in a residential neighborhood and he didn't recognize the street. So he begins to walk, hoping to recognize anything to pin point his location with no luck. Four hours later, after a gas station, telephone booth, taxi ride later, he arrives home.
In retrospect, he realized he got into the wrong car in the parking lot when he left the bar. The people that drove home never noticed him sleeping in the backseat, yikes!
I'm convinced this is a true story. It might not be true--I'll never know.