At the check-in

As I stood swaying from side to side at British Airways ticket desk last night, the guy looked at me and said, "Can I help?"

"Yes," I slurred, unzipping my superman costume and pulling my wallet out, "One ticket to Amsterdam please."

"You're unable to fly, sir" he replied, "You're far too drunk."

I said, "l know mate,

Spoiler:

that's why I'm getting a plane."