my youngest plays softball now, and has practices on mondays and wednesdays. sometimes, when i get home from work, my wife and kids are still at the softball diamond because it runs late, or some other reason.
today, i came home from work. i knew it would be close. i drove home, and sure enough, there was no sign of my wife's car. i thought aloud, "oh. they're at the field."
in the next instant, i realized, that isn't my driveway any more. my wife's car won't be here. . .
. . .it'll be at the apartment, dummy.