For better or for worse
I had a relative, a married man, who around 1860 used to take his girl(s) on a ride in a cab in those happy days when a horse was pulling and the driver sat outside on the roof. Curtains, lots of space and very cosy. Jumping in, he would tell the driver (driver?) to drive around the park. Then one unhappy day he had his wife with him and the driver asked him - "around the park", sir.
What I do not know is if the driver asked it like "what, around the park" or more like "aye aye sir, around the park" or perhaps the twat knew it was his wife.
For a more bloody personal experience as a customer with a nice girl. Ending up in front of the hotel asking for my key the guy took a step back and asked me alarmed what had happened. My hand was covered in blood, I know it was damp and happy but I did not expect the blood. Well It's Friday after all.