Then, Mr. Slow got himself a job as a taxi driver.
"Take me to the railway station," cried Mr. Uppity, as he leapt into his taxi. "I have a train to catch at 3 o'clock!"
"Right ...ho," said Mr. Slow, and set off.
At one mile an hour!
And arrived at the station at 4 o'clock.
So, that job wasn't any good.
Was it?