Years ago, I went to school in the Boston's Back Bay.. (yes, there were still whaling ships in the harbor
) three friends and I were walking over to the North End. The streets in that section of Boston were laid out before Paul Revere was a baby. They are narrow, seemingly nameless and one-way. A cabbie stopped up as we reached a corner.
Could we tell him how to get to that restaurant up there?
"I need to take these folks to that restaurant but I can't find the way."
Yes, one could see the restaurant's lights dimly in the distance but the street was going the wrong way.
Tony said "No problem. Turn the cab in backwards. We'll go stop traffic."
Which we did. The cab backed up the block and a half, dropped off his fares and handed us four fives, an absolute fortune to four theatre students. We trotted off to the Rose Cafe and stuffed ourselves full of tea and muffins.