Out of it
Finbar Wrong is in a seat on a double-decker bus at 4 o'clock in the morning after a particularly rowdy night on the town. There was no chance that he would remember this night ever again but even so, it had been a good one.
Completely out of it, Finbar stumbles on down the stairs, off the bus and finds himself on Ormond Quay. As the bus pulls off he checks his pockets. A single decker pulls up where the double decker had been and Finbar groans in dismay, proclaiming (or rather slurring),
"Aaaahh, jaaaayyyyyjusssss. I left me phooooooone on the fuuuuukkkkkkiinnnnn bussssssssss!"
He starts banging on the windows of the bus until the driver eventually lets him on. Finbar runs onto the bus, looking around in a stoned but frantic way, before whining,
"Aaaaahhhhh, for fuuuucckkk's ssaaaaaaaaakkkkkkeee! Where the fuuuucccckkk haave the ffuuuuukkkkin stairs ggooooonnnneee?"
A/N: I love this country. Based on something I read on ''.