I laughed for days. The guy that told the story is funny as hell anyway but, I was especially tickled thinking that the guy was thinking he had gotten lucky while he was donning the flowered bathrobe. That family not only took him into their home and made sure he was safe, they treated him like family. They fed him a huge breakfast too. His night could have had deadly consequences - he is lucky God sent him to that family.
I hope he did something to repay the family’s kindness.
I did a lot of drinking for a lot of years, though that all ended quite a long time ago.
During those bleary, often scary times I often had to thank God the morning after for taking care of drunks and fools, since I was certainly both.
There were a few not so minor miracles in my case but none quite so sweet and funny and unexpected as in your story.
Thanks!