The man who sells you tickets for the theatre! He is eating sandwiches when you knock at his window.

He turns to his companion: "Good Lord!" you can see him say, "here's another of 'em.

If there has been one man worrying me this morning there have been a hundred.

Always the same story: all of 'em want to come and see the play.

You listen now; bet you anything he's going to bother me for tickets.