This Does Not Bode Well....

Ninety-plus year-old neighbor wanders out in his slippers to their stationary car (flat tire, plants growing around/into it). He peers inside and then begins shuffling back down the driveway. He wife appears at the door as he passes by. "Where are you going?" She demands. Her hair is standing out in several directions and she's tucked into her bathrobe despite the afternoon's eighty degree weather. "I'm going home!" He says in a voice only slightly less creaky than hers. "You ARE home!" And she ushers him inside.