But kind of similar. Excuse the alias. At age 18 I awoke early one morning with a terrible hangover. I lay there taking stock of my surroundings. I was in a bedroom that was unfamiliar, laying next to a gal about 40 that was snoring like a grizzly bear. Sheesh. I looked around the room. There's my pants. I peeked out the window. There's my car. I eased up out of the bed without waking her, gathered all my clothes and eased out of the bedroom through the kitchen heading for the door as I dressed. As I was opening the door I noticed some boxes on the kitchen floor and in the top of one was an old coffee pot. I was thinking, ha, I've got one just like that! Then I remembered...this is my house, I moved in yesterday.