They have no time for chatty old folks.
This is right up there with the time Mike was listening to his favorite songs on the radio and someone asked why he was playing "Muzak", or asking if there was an elevator nearby.
When I heard Steely Dan in an elevator, I knew I was old.
Chatty old people drive me nuts in a grocery line (probably because although I am getting older I am not at all chatty). They always get in front of me in line and have nothing better to do than tell the cashier about their second cousin's great niece's cat while my bananas are turning brown sitting on the conveyer belt. If you see me behind you sliding to the front of my cart and scooting my groceries forward on the belt by half an inch it is time to put away your pictures and go home.
Nah, the point is the hot young gals stop looking at you as a hunk and now ignore you because of your impending geezer-dom.