This reminds me of a good story.
My ball team was at a tournament in Ottawa (Nepean) a few years back. It was always just an excuse for the team to get away and have a long weekend full of booze, drugs, strippers and baseball. This particular year we stayed in the university dorms. After a long night out, one of our more unique mouth breathers strayed from the pack and ended up on his own. He couldn't remember the address (or probably his name) and somehow, he ended up at a nursing home, which he thought was the dorms we were staying in.
Of course the doors were locked and he couldn't get in....so, he did the logical thing and hammered on the glass for awhile and then tried to destroy the little pedestal card reader thing that opened the door. Cops came and found him hiding in the bush. He drove him back to our dorms and proceeded to tell us all this story before letting him go. He had to pay like $1,500 to fix the card reader thing.
Good times.