And the thing is, he's still wearing the pants he wore when he was 5 feet 6. Except now, he pulls them up to right under his armpits. When he sits down, all you see of his shirt is the collar. My dad lives in a retirement condo. You know the place.
Women walk through the halls in housecoats.
Men walk through the halls in pajama bottoms and bedroom slippers. It looks like a slumber party in a supermarket, except instead of shopping carts, everyone is pushing a walker. There is status to walkers. People look and compare and envy, like kids with designer sneakers. Out at the pool, they blare music continually.