How Lucky Can One Person Be

Today started of bright and early with a hangover morning.  I partied with the crew at Jack's Pizza Shack last night, and ended up having to take a cab home.  But hey, you have to do that sometimes especially when you don't remember where your car is.  My head stopped throbbing as the day progressed, and I was still taking a cab everywhere I need to go.  At four o'clock I called Jack's Pizza Shack and Frank answered the phone. 

“Where's my car,” I asked. 

“It's at Amy's apartment,” Frank said.

“What?”

“You don't remember loosing the bet to her?”

“I was so drunk; I woke up this morning not knowing my own name.”

“I know the feeling,” said Frank.

“Whats her address,” I asked?

I went over to Amy's apartment to get my car, and, as soon as I got out of the cab, I saw her walking down the stairs toward me.  I was thinking to myself, “What the hell did I do last night?”  When she walked up me, I could not help but be a gentleman about the whole situation and apologize, considering we were both drunk.

“Hey Amy, about last night,” I said.

“No problem,” Amy said.

“Really?”

“Yea, sorry you lost the bet.”

I was totally confused.

“Yea,” I said.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your car,” Amy said.

I looked puzzled as she put the car keys in my hand.  It was then, all of a sudden it all came back to me.  “I might need the car next Monday, so if you want to bet again, I'm game,” she said.  Getting drunk, getting laid, and not remembering it; I'm not even that lucky.