Going to an after-work happy hour one time at a new bar. I was a little late getting out of the office, and the party had already started when I got there.
The bar area was pitch black, and had a row of tables right in front of the entryway. Anyway, I tripped over a one of the chairs, sent it flying across the concrete floor, and went down on my can. While bumping a table getting back to my feet, one of my a****** friends yells out "Woops, time to cut him off".
The waitress apparently agreed, and I was told they couldn't serve an already intoxicated person...
Well, the table blew up laughing, and the waitress was starting to look a little uncertain (I don't think she'd ever had to cut someone off before).
I gave my winningest smile, and in a crisp, clear voice, ordered an ice tea and something to eat.
After an hour or so, it was pretty clear that I hadn't had a thing to drink that day, so she asked if I wanted something.
"No ma'am! overserving is a serious problem, and I wouldn't think of asking you to go against your better judgement."
All they had was BMC on tap anyway, the iced tea was less watered down.
Gave her a good tip when she had to close out; and got a great story out of the whole affair.