Taking the Bus (2)

Shamus and Sean had been out on the town, and had both become a little tired and emotional. To their dismay, as they lurched to the bus stop, they found they had missed the last bus home for their route -- Number 36.
'What'll we do?' lamented Shamus. 'It's ten moiles to our street!'
Sean shook his head. 'I dunno,' he said gloomily. Then his face brightened. 'Tell you what -- we're not far from the depot! Why don't we just go and steal a Number 36 bus and drive it home?'
'Good idea!' Shamus cried, and they two weaved and staggered their way several blocks to the bus depot.
When they got there, they began looking for a Number 36 bus.
"None on this side!' cried Sean. 'There's a 45, a 62, a 19, a 27 and an 83. What have you got?'
'No 36 bus here, either,' said Shamus. 'There's a 101, a 14, and a 22.'
'Oh, what will we do?' wailed Sean. 'We'll nivver get home at this rate, no we won't.'
Shamus scratched his head. 'I know what!' he said. 'The 22 goes our way! Let's take a 22 to the last stop, and we'll walk the three blocks home!'