Heavy Drinking Is Not In His Jeans

(My friend gets on a train to somewhere in London one evening, while a bit drunk. He doesn’t remember what happens next. The next day, he’s woken up by a ticket attendant. Note that there are several families on the train by this time, including young children.)

Friend: “Where am I?”

Attendant: “You’re in Bognor Regis, sir. And it’s ten in the morning.”

Friend: “Sorry, I must have fallen asleep. Would it be okay if I stayed on the train?”

Attendant: *casually* “You’re welcome to do so. Just as long as you put your jeans back on.”