Wildcard Wednesday: Mr. and Mrs. Mallard

Yesterday, Mr. and Mrs. Mallard found themselves sitting near the bus stop at Farragut Square, far from a nice pond. I don't think they had Metrocards, so it was pretty clear that they weren't waiting for the 42 like I was. They were lost. They quacked, they wandered in circles... The bus came and I didn't see what happened to them. I'm pretty sure they continued on their directionless journey, never straying for more than a few feet from each other, as each other was all they had.