There’s a Chinese buffet restaurant next door to the gym I work out at, which seems to be extremely popular with the retired contingent. I’ve never tried it, so I can’t speak to the quality of the food, but it looks incredibly midwestern, which is not a resounding recommendation in my experience.
So yesterday as I was walking up to the gym, I saw a slender young woman walk in wearing jeans that fit more tightly than a tattoo. She politely held the door for an extremely elderly couple walking out. I heard Mrs. Elder say “My goodness, how did she even get those britches on?” “I don’t know, but it would’ve been interesting to watch” was her husband’s response, with a grin that said clearly “I’m ninety, not dead.”