Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: happened last year, on our works christmas night out.

i've always enjoyed the films of indiana jones. since they filmed the first one - well a few scenes - at my sisters school (rickmansworth masonic school) i was intrigued. my favourite thing - the rolling under the stone doors and what not, last second just as they come to a close.

it's well known trope nowadays, and plenty of films feature such moments. i'd always wanted to try it in a situation where it was necessary.

one such necessary situation was on the night in question. it was 2am, manchester uk and i'd had enough to drink and wanted to go home. my younger colleagues had tried to drag me off to some godawful sounding club called satans hollow and because i'm 43, and older than everyone in there combined, i pretended to go along and then when they walked off, i hid round a corner and they lost me. perfect excuse, perfectly executed.

mildly tipsy and happy i jauntered (thats a word right?) towards a cab rank. phone battery had died so no uber for me. heading down a back street, a car approached from the opposite direction. between them and me, on my side of the road, a large parking garage door opened, and the car slowed, turning towards the opening gate. it was big door, a storey high at least, and of the sort of metal brickwork shaped sort of thingy. the car went in, and the gate started to close.

i suddenly remembered that i loved indiana jones and what better way to end the night than with a bit of roleplay. i stood along side the gate, and as it got to within about 3 feet of the ground, i hit the deck and rolled under.

i could have rolled back out as i'd gone a bit early but no, it would be fine. i'm sure. i stood up as the gate shut. woo! i shouted jumping a little bit. immediately looking round for someone to notice, i instantly felt a bit lonely. a door slammed inside as no doubt the car owner entered the building.

i looked around for the release button. not immediately finding one, i was optimistic there would be one further down the ramp. nothing. i looked for ages. there was nothing but cars, pillars, concrete, the gate, some signage, some litter, puddles, cigarette ends, and then finally! a keypad. a fucking keypad. remembering a trick from my old burglary days, i looked carefully to see which numbers were worn out.

1,3,4,5,6,8,9,0,cncl. all worn out a bit more than the others. only 10 million combinations or so. i decided to wait.

no one walked past and it was bloody freezing. i sat down and huddled. 4 hours later a car came in and woke me up. i ran, shivering up to the gate as it closed. the driver looked a bit startled. i thought about waiting for the gate to get really low and i could do my thing again but then i remembered i'm 43, and my other half and kids were probably awake by now and i'm essentially a missing person.

so kids, dont be indiana jones. thats about the only lesson i learnt. heed my words.

TIFU by being Indiana Jones