Paddy was having a few at the pub, and then a few more; eventually he toppled off the barstool and fell flat on the floor. He managed to get to his feet, but within two steps he was flat on his face again. Fortunately he lived only a half block away, and by repeating the process for only an hour or so he made it home. At last he struggled to his feet against the door of his house, opened the door, and fell once more, inside on the floor. There he remained until his wife came downstairs in the morning. "Sure, and y've been out and done it agin, haven't ye, Paddy" she exclaimed. "And how did ye know?" he answered. "Cause the bartender called to say ye fergot yer wheelchair agin", she replied.