TRUE STORY:
I had just finished riding my bike down from the Griffith Observatory (in Los Angeles), and forgot that there was a speed bump in front of the Greek Theatre. I hit the bump doing at least 30 and went sailing a good 6 feet in the air. After landing, I don't remember much (mostly faces of people I saw, and feeling my head and seeing my hand all red...).
Anyway, I somehow made it back to my apartment (just a couple blocks south on Vermont Ave), and couldn't figure out why my key wouldn't fit!
No kidding, I could not get into my apartment, and yelled for Melissa to let me in, but there was no answer. After a bit, the landlord came out and let me in. She was a retired nurse and sat me down, but wouldn't let me in my apartment!
Long story short, even though I was calling for Melissa, I didn't remember who she was. I didn't remember that I had married her. I didn't remember that we MOVED SEVERAL BLOCKS AWAY to a DIFFERENT APARTMENT. It was so funny to see her pull up in my new car, as soon as I saw her I said "Oh Yeah, I remember now!"
I still only remember bits and pieces of that incident, I don't know how I managed to ride my bike to the apartment...