I gave a talk in church today (it was stunnning... everyone was translated) which gave me an opportunity to view the congregation from the stand. This raises the question: why must all old men expose six inches of their pasty white shin skin when they cross their legs? Seriously. This old guy was sitting in the front row, and his brilliantly white leg was reflecting the chapel lights to such a degree that I found myself squinting. Can't they tell their pant leg is hiked up, exposing a harshly contrasted dress sock and sun-depraved leg? Don't they feel a draft or something?
My wife supposes they just don't care. Old people tend to not care about a lot of stuff they should probably care about. Like the fact that they can't drive.