Please note: I actually drafted this on Thursday and never posted. Things have improved since then.
My dad is plotting his escape. He can't take it much more. The hospital is driving him nuts.
He's planning on hiding in the giant food cart that hauls aways the food trays. Then once it hits the kitchen, he'll unfold his walker from under the cart, and walk on out the front doors to freedom.
Oh no. An elderly gentleman in a hospital gown with a walker scooching down Route 1 in Philadelphia won't raise too much suspicion now will it.