Well here's how they figure it, Gran. The Middle-aged are like customers in a swank restaurant sitting over a slap-up meal, see? Everything's rosy so why worry about tomorrow? But the young, well they're like hungry people standing in a queue outside, noses pressed up against the glass, waiting for a table.
Gran Alice Tallent
And the old? What do they say about the old?
Ah, the old. Well, they've finished their scoff, Gran. But they just sit on and on and on; just don't know when to get up and go.