One of the worst night's on my life was when I got a phone call from my girlfriend that she didn't know where she was and couldn't read signs. It was like 2:30am and I was in a cab driving to locations she was trying to explain to me, when I finally found her and got her in the cab she began projectile vomiting all over the place. I was covered in puke, she was covered in puke and the cab driver was screaming at us in Spanish. I pulled her out, handed the driver and $50 and that is only half the story.
I didn't have to option to return my bespoke suit in that case.
Oddly, she said she only had two drinks, but her and her friend were talking to some "weirdo". I think she was roofied or something.