Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall down and skin your knee and then your mother would paint it orange with mercurochrome while you caterwauled?
I'm kind of old to be caterwauling, period, and mercurochrome is no longer permitted by the FDA, active ingredient being mercury. My mom is no longer around to paint my knee orange. There was a key fob with an automatic door lock involved, and we sure didn't have those when I was a kid. Other than that though, it was exactly the same.
Well, except for that fact when a little kid falls off the porch and skins her knee, people rush to pick her up and dust her off and assure her that she's fine. When a full grown adult falls off the porch, the only response you get is snickering from the neighbors across the street standing on their own front porch smoking.
That's another dang thing. When I was a kid, people smoked their cigarettes in the house where you couldn't see the neighbors falling off the porch.
But other than that...