My elderly father had a full head of thick white hair. He walked nimbly and decided to start walking up the street to a sit on park bench after being diagnosed with COPD. Every time he did this, someone a few houses up - I was never sure which house - some lady would call the police to report an old man "wandering." When dad didn't come back every time, I knew he'd been held up talking to police. Seemed like there were different police responding every time. We'd had a couple of elderly guys with dementia wander off and get lost - so no elderly person was safe out walking. My father was so irritated by this that he stopped walking completely. He's dead now and I'd like to slap that menacing woman silly for ruining the time my father had left. Before he died, he'd lamented how he wished he could just go for a walk down the street. Sometimes people need to mind their own business - and it's certainly true for this story as well.