When I'm 64

Let me start off by saying that I have a most sick, inappropriate sense of humor. If you are a person who is sensitive and all 'PC' don't continue to read this post. Not that what I'm about to say is totally offensive, but some out there will probably think this is just wrong.
Today, I'm in the car, driving to playgroup with the kids. On the sidewalk, to our right, is an elderly fellow walking with a walker and I believe, an oxygen tank. I was thinking to myself, "Good for him. He's not letting his age keep him down! He's out, he's walking, getting some exercise and fresh air. Way to go, Pops!" At the same time, I look at the on-coming lane and here is a car FULL of blue-haired ladies w/ the handicap sticker dangling from the rearview mirror, in some type of Oldsmobile or some such Granny car. They looked cute, chatting it up in their car, on their way to breakfast or what-have-you. And I wonder as they're passing Pops, who is walking on the opposite side of the road, do they check him out? Do they giggle about his bitchin' walker or other attributes he may or may not have? Does one blue-haired lady say to the other, "He'll need that oxygen when I'm done with him!" Do they check out his medical stockings and think, "He's got it going on!"? When does this kind of juvenile sexuality stop? You would think, being the animals that we really are, that even with age, those insticts still preside. No matter the age. Or is it a sign that I am really.....I mean really sick-o? I guess it just gets me wondering about whether I will still harbor those 'naughty' adolescent thoughts. To be even more sick than I already am, I hope so. I hope that in 40 years or so I still act like a schoolgirl every-so-often and giggle like one at inappropriate moments. I hope that at that point in my life, the thougth or sight of old-man Bry walking with his bitching walker and hot medical stockings gets me all revved up and randy. I think that is where my youth will lie.