Generationally Confused

After pulling a "late nighter" (cuz I sure as hell was not staying up alllll night) I head to Starbucks in search of the magic that is caffeine. While waiting for my drink and staring somberly at the ground, I notice this woman. As my eyes make their way up her body, she has beautifully manicured toes complete with a toe ring snuggly fit in her 3 inch pink platform sandals. She is wearing cute little capris with shoe string ties up the sides of her hips. Her top is in the current fashion of a pink baby doll tee over a white tank top. She has strikingly bleached blonde hair that is long and straight. As I finish my scan, I hear the sound in my head that is usually made in movies when something unusual is noticed and the persons eyes revert from their current position back to the thing their mind just processed. This moment for me: after observing this woman's hair, the sound made its appearance in my head and my mind and eyes immediately reverted themselves to this woman's veiny liver spotted arms. Wahhh!!! I then looked at her face which was turned away from me initially. This lady is old! Like worn in leather. All tan and like 50. WTF? Last time I checked, American Eagle was not for wise old owls. Then it occurs to me, she's at starbucks...of course. Starbucks is one place that is an allowed and accepted hang out for all generations. In conclusion, I don't walk around wearing muu muus and you shouldn't wear American Eagle.