Not me, but a good friend. Being a Donegal man, he was a mad yoke with the drink.
HE was on a night out in Ballyshannon and got separated from his friends after the night club they were in had closed; it's about 02:45 by now or later. Ballyshannon being Ballyshannon, it was of course collapsing down out of the heavens. Yer man has lost his jacket (par for the course) and is trying to get a taxi home to.....Castlefinn!!!! That's an hour's drive through the Barnesmore Gap. Lashing rain, wind whipping it all round totally deserted streets by now.
He sees a taxi sitting with the engine running. Hops into the back, soaked to the skin, in just shirtsleeves and by now freezing cold.
"Can ye take me to Cyastlefannn, hi!", sez he to the driver.
Drivers turns round and looks at him.
"You get yourself OUTTA THIS CAR NOW! Or the ONLY place you're going tonight is a CELL!"
He had got into a garda car.
So I asked him, "So, how DID you get home that night?"
Answer: "Sure ah dunno, hi!"
Don't ye love Donegal, hi.