"Now, your Lordship, if you will allow me to advise you," said Mr. Choate, "when you get to the sidewalk curb you will see two hansoms. Take the one to the right: the one to the left doesn't exist."
An intoxicated man hailed a cab.
After he had climbed in, the cabby leaned over and asked, "What street do you want?"
"What streets have you?" he inquired.
"Lots of 'em," smiled the cabby, humoring him.
"Gimme 'em all," he said, waving his arm grandly.
After they had been driving for several hours, the man in the cab ordered a stop.
"How mush do I owe you?"
"Seven dollars and fifty cents."