Frank, do you hear something? Frank, there's something wrong with the car...

I'm perverse.  Some things just strike me as hysterical that probably should be sad, but I've learned to live with it.  We were on our way in to visit Aunt Edith at the care facility this afternoon when a flash of orange caught my eye.  Since orange is my favorite color, I decided to investigate.  They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  Perhaps the danger the cone is announcing is the driver of the car?  Frank, by the way, is fictitious, and you, by the way, are loved!