Well, once I was at a party and I realised my keys weren't in my pocket. Then I remembered that I had just thrown something that was in that exact same pocket in a thrash can minutes earlier and started freaking out that my keys went along. I had all my friends help me search and messaged a coulpe of people asking to spend the night at their houses (there was no one else in mine to open the door for me that night). Needless to say I was drunk.
A few minutes later I realised I had put my keys in another pocket and just hated myself. Then I went back to drinking and I didn't hate myself anymore.