I can relate as well, cap'n.
I'd get up
get ready for another day at work
after a night of closing the bar
go outside
and my car would't be there.
I'd have to call all over town
to find my car.
I was known to throw my keys at the bartender
(not aggressively, but more in a basketball kind of thing)
as soon as I blacked out.
I wouldn't even remember doing that much.
Most bartenders told me
they'd only have to ask me for my keys
that I was very jolly and happy to hand 'em over.
How terrifying for this woman.
Big wake up call.