If you’re going for “Savory Steaks”, you have to go down 180th street.
I just passed 180th street.
The driver kept glancing round theirself.
I’ll turn round @ the next turn.
It’s too late, said the passenger, despondent.
No it’s not: I can just turn round; it’ll be fine.
But when they turned round, they were shocked to find that 180th street was missing: 181st passed on directly to 179th. & with their only steak place locked ’way fore’er, they starved in eternal driving, ne’er able to reach an end.