some very entertaining stories here.
couple of weeks ago i was on the door with another guy but he was halfway down the stairs trying to clear up an access problem (girls like to stop in front of the mirror on the landing halfway down the stairs blocking the way past.)
A guy staggered up to the door, clearly one of the most drunk-yet-still-standing people i had ever seen in my life, he flashed his hand stamp at me to indicate he had already paid entry, but i had to knock him back for having had too much.
He was in no state to argue, i think processing oxygen was taking up all his functioning ability, so he wandered off up the road. the road up is a gentle rise, you wouldn't call it a hill, but this guy started to really struggle with the insignificant gradient.
I dont think he realised that he was leaning back so far, obviously off balanced by this, the gentlest of slopes. So for every two or three steps forward he ended up having to take one or two steps back to catch himself and avoid falling over backwards.
This made his progress up the road VERY slow, and incredibly humerous, and i shouted for my colleague to hurry up and join me back at the door, lest he miss the funniest thing that had happened on the door in a long while. still dealing with two girls standing in front of the mirror, and a couple of guys sat at the bottom of the stairs, it took him several minutes for him to join me as i, meanwhile had to hold my side to avoid the pain i was in from laughing so hard at this guys slow progress up the road, and the confused look on his face caused by his own effort-to-distance ratio.
my colleague arrived just as he disapeared around the corner and was gutted that he missed it. i stared at the corner for a few seconds trying to gather myself enough to find the words to explain how funny it was when the drunk guy suddenly staggered backwards into view around the corner, he seemed to be gaining speed as he windmilled his legs backwards trying to find his balance, perhaps something about the slope coupled with the deceptive angle of the corner had clearly got the better off him, because he kept going backwards until he crashed into a nearby bin.
As he crashed into the bin backwards the impact lifted him off his feet, so there he was the small of his back supported by the bin top, looking up into space, with his arms and legs kicking and flailing about looking for purchase on a surface that was beyond his reach, he looked like a tortoise stuck on its back.
We laughed so hard i had tears in my eyes.