I feel like my age is chasing me down the street holding a claw hammer.
Not every day and not on every street but often enough that I am suspicious of many tools.
My husband keeps an axe in the side pocket of the driver’s side door. This is in case there is a carjacker or a tree in our path. This seems extreme but I don’t argue with him since I’m looking out the side view mirror for an approaching claw hammer. It occurs to me the axe could be useful in an emergency, and I should learn to use it.
Metaphors can be so lethal.