I once flagged down a police car and asked them for a lift home. Luckily, the policeman recognised me and had a laugh about it - I still had to walk home though cos he didn't think I was a danger or a nuisance!
A mate and I got so badly drunk (luckily there have only been a few times in my life where I was this bad...)at the local tavern years ago, that when we got up to leave the bar where we had been sitting we had to stop to survey the easiest posibble way out of the place.
It had a maze of tables with spindly chair legs that stuck out everywhere and none were in a straight line so you had to weave your way through - hard enough where your sober but just a bitch when you cant stand!
So I says to chookie (my mate) - I'm gonna have to run through here or else I'm not gonna make it.... so I did. Bolted out the door, flat out like my arse was on fire. And made it too. Proud as punch I was. Went and sat out side thinking about how clever I was....
So I waited for Chookie. And waited. And waited.
Finally he came out ...with some assistance.
Apparently in my haste to leave and in breaking the record for the 100m stumble, I'd successfully managed to land 2 off duty police officers squarely into the meals they were having as I bumped into there tables. As they went to get up Chook thought he would save my ass, protect my sole, and pick a fight with them!!!!
Needless to say he couldn't walk to well let alone fight! And he was never the sort of guy that would fight anyway....he was just trying to be a hero.
And here I was the cause of the trouble sitting there rotten as a chop wondering why he was picking a fight with these 2 monsters!!! And these guys were not happy.... not even a little bit. They basically picked us up by the heads and carted us to the gate and told us they thought it was time we left. Couldn't have agreed more really...
So public drinking to the point of drunkenness....nah doesn't happen any more. I spend too much time getting my mates out (or into apparently) of fights....