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: a little background: just moved to a new city, got a job i was pumped for, and a new apartment downtown. a friend in town graduated from law school that weekend too so i was excited to celebrate all of this growing up shit.

we start drinking at 2 after his graduation ceremony, and his parents take us out for dinner: whiskey wine and lobster. thanks law school. 

so the night goes as planned and we all get very drunk. charles barkley level shit. i made friends with a girl at the bar and ended up leaving the rest of the group. it's 2am and we walk out of the bar. that's where it all ends.

i wake up naked in the lobby of my apartment building with nothing but my socks and a blanket on me. i'm in complete shock. completely fucking naked in the lobby. i go into panic mode. no wallet, no keys, no phone, no idea why the fuck i'm laying naked in front of the apartment lobby elevators. 

i cannot emphasize this enough. confused. scared. naked. 

with zero idea what time it is or what to do, i take a peep outside to figure out how much time i have to get a game plan. it's pitch black, i figure it's 4 am. so i find this little corner of the lobby where no one will see me and sleep there, just praying i don't get found and consequently kicked out of the building. 

i wake up and take another look outside. with the sun out, it might have been 6 or 7. perfect time to meet the neighbors. 

i knock on the door and brace myself for the most shame i've felt in a while. its janine, the sweetest 85 year old woman you'll ever meet. 'nice to meet you janine. i'm your neighbor and i'm in a bit of a pickle.' after some convincing, she lets me hang out in her apartment and call maintenance to unlock my door, all while i'm wrapped in a small blanket like a taquito. 

janine and i watch good morning america until maintenance shows up. the service guy shows up and clearly expresses his disappointment in the millennial generation. i don't care as much, i'm just anxious to see the wreckage in my apartment. 

he opens the door and everything is in perfect condition. not one thing out of place. even my clothes from last night were folded and hung up in the closet. 

edit: yes my keys, wallet, and phone were all sitting on the table when i got back in. no clues to anything on the phone though

 

update: never got that girls number because it turns out she has had a boyfriend for months and just forgot to mention that.

TIFU by waking up naked in my apartment lobby