Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler In A Leather Bar

The only thing funnier would have been if this had happened at an underwear party:

A man apparently too drunk to hear the bartender announce last call passed out at a fenced-in rooftop Chelsea bar early yesterday — only to wake up hours later to find he was trapped.

“Help!” he cried from atop The Eagle Bar, a leather bar at 554 W. 28th St. “Help! I’m stuck!”

A parking attendant heard Louis Rosano, 39, of the Bronx, yelling for help but didn’t immediately react.

“I went to lunch and came back,” said Rigo Rodrigo, 29, the attendant. “He was still up there.”

Rodrigo said he called 911, and cops arrived at the bar within minutes. Members of the NYPD’s Emergency Service Unit climbed a ladder to the roof of the three-story building, cut through the fence and ushered Rosano to safety about 1:30 p.m. [*]

“You know they’re supposed to check the club at closing,” the bleary-eyed man said after the rescue. “Well, the idiots didn’t.”

Cops questioned Rosano and released him, though the incident was still under investigation late yesterday.

“It was a slow night,” he said. “I was having a good night. I probably did pass out.”

*I’m guessing — hoping, really! — that this is a typo!