When you collect enough absurdly unrealistic stories you start wondering if your life has been hallucinated. I’ll give my Looney Tunes example.

I fell into an open manhole once. I’m not exactly sure how it happened or why I only fell partway in. I didn’t fall deeper than my waist. My ex-wife gave me a hand out but we were in a rush and didn’t have time to stop and examine or process. It was during a blizzard and I have no idea if it should have been obvious not to walk there and I just wasn’t looking or what, my suspicion is that there was a mat or something over it that got covered in snow. We went by that area again like a week later and there was a manhole cover there.