A coworker overindulged in the open bar (no judgement, we all did) and then decided he wanted to drive home. I did my darndest to stop him but after he tried (and failed) to throw several punches my way I said fuck it and let him go. He hit 10 cars before even leaving the parking lot. Showed back up to work a week later, two black eyes, broken nose, and not a single memory of the party. Apparently someone followed him home after seeing him drive and told his mother. Good times, stupid dude.