I had a... weird night at the bar once, it ended early, I wasn't all that tipsy but if I kept going I definitely would have called the uber. I get to the gate and my keys fall to the floor of my car. The last thing I remember is thinking "fuck it."

I wake up the next morning in my bed, feels like a normal morning, but I can't find my keys. After scouring my apartment for half an hour, I get the feeling to go check my car, where the keys I would have needed to buzz into the gate, the building, and the elevator were waiting for me right there on the floor of the passenger side seat.

I don't know what's weirder, that I managed to find my bed without my keys, or that sober me actually listened to the urge to go back down the elevator and check my car.