My Man Jeeves

Jeeves—my man as you well know—is truly a remarkable man. So competent. Sincerely without him I shouldn't know what to do. On a larger scale he resembles the guys who sit at the Pennsylvania Station's Inquiries desk and sadly stare over the marble battlements. You are aware of the Johnnies. When you approach them and ask when there will be a train to Melonsquashville Tennessee they immediately respond Two-forty-three track ten change at San Francisco without pausing to think. And each time they are correct. Jeeves on the other hand gives you the same sense of omniscience.