Night Vision and Crankypants and Corey Hart

The entire drive home from dinner, Dad clutched the steering wheel ten and two, his sonic alligator gaze locked on dim and trecherous highway. He struggled against all odds to avoid obstacles like street signs and parked cars. The nubilous darkness rendered him completely mute.

Now he's ticked at Mom. And for good reason. She never told him he had his sunglasses on.