Possibly going down the rabbit hole
I’m in a weird situation. I was just backing my car out of the yard yesterday when a long-time neighbor of mine, Phyllis, waved at me. She stopped me for a little chat and told me that things had been a little rough for her and her husband Victor as he had tripped on one of the legs of their front porch swing and has had to use a walker since. I knew that it had been a few years since Phyllis had driven the car so I offered to give her a ride if she was heading to town to get groceries.
You might think that this doesn’t sound so weird, but believe me, this moment was exactly the one when I got the feeling that something was off, because the whole tone of Phyllis’s voice changed. She lowered her voice when she told me, as if she was telling me a big secret, that there’s no need for me to worry. She and Victor had found a means to get around. “You call it as it if was a taxi, but lemme tell you, honey, it sure ain’t one” were her exact words, if I remember correctly.