We were in Vegas with a fairly large group. One in our party drank too much walked into hallway just like he came into the world, thinking he was walking into the bathroom.
The door shut behind him. Then people started getting off the elevator. He made a run for the stairwell to hide.
Then he realized he didn’t remember what room he was in, once the hallway crowd cleared. So no way he could bang on doors to wake his wife up.
He finally found a house phone, and called the front desk. I guess since it was Vegas, they didn’t even doubt his story and eventually delivered a key up to him.