As I walked home from work today, I saw a quaking old man struggling out of the driver's seat of his car leaning on a cane. Normally, this wouldn't bother me too much--but then I saw he wore an eyepatch over one eye. Honestly. Driver's seat. Eyepatch.
Look, I love old people: they have great stories. But I'm wondering why there isn't a driver's license reevaluation at a certain age. Not to be age-ist, but there comes a point where someone is just too old to be driving a 3,000-pound Cadillac on the streets. If only our politicians weren't of such an age where a reevaluation would be required, perhaps it would be implemented.
Eyepatch. Driver's seat. Come on.