A life filled with confusing elderly people.

OK, so this is not in my normal vein of bitching and whining, but I have to express my fear for the safety of our elderly! A growing problem is endangering their very lives, and it is a problem that is reading epidemic proportions. This epidemic is plastic surgery. I was at Randall's today buying paper towels and was very exasperated waiting for this man who appeared to be in his late 50's-some indistinguishable age older than that. Not an old man by any means. He was at the crosswalk looking at me, and I was waiting for him to cross. Then, I waited some more, and some more, and upon a closer look realized this man was easily 80 years old. This man, who took no less than 4 minutes to cross the street, with the help of a shopping cart, proceeded to drive away on his on, very slowly. Thinking this was a dangerous event, that was not without humor, I began driving away, only to see another "young" lady of 110 come out of the twin liquor, get into her caddy and drive away. How will the boy scouts get their badges? How will we know who to brake for and who to curse at? Where will we turn for war stories? What is to become of us? I am scared!