In the 60's, there were night roti prata stalls at the junction of Sims Ave and Paya Lebar road. My uncle was drunk and his friend was driving him home. When they passed the roti prata stalls, my uncle need to throw up. So his sober driving friend stopped the car.
The next moment, my uncle woke up in the car. His friend wasn't there so he got out of the car and started walking. It was pitch dark and he couldn't see a thing. Then he saw this man and asked how he could get out of that place. The man told him to keep walking straight. And so he did. He flagged a taxi and went home.
The next morning , my uncle's friend called him. His friend said Why did you tell a group of friends to throw me out of my car? One of your friends drove off with all you other people inside. My uncle didn't know anything. After a while, the police called and said his car was in the cemetry.