Parking lot senility

We all know I act about 60 years older than I actually am, but last night it once again hit home that I am an old lady trapped inside the body of a 24 year old.
Running into Target to do a quick return (and I really was running...the wind was so cold I wished I wasn't too vain to pull out my ugly puffer coat), I saw three guys laughing as they got out of their car. Then, I noticed that not one of them was wearing a jacket, or even a sweatshirt. Nope, these teenagers had on t-shirts and it was only NINE degrees...without the windchill! I'm not even kidding you, I wanted to chew them out but I held back and continued scurrying across the ice mumbling things about "kids these days" and "hypothermia."
On the way out of Target I made a beeline for my car, or at least where I thought I had parked my car. When I got there, however, it was nowhere to be found. Totally confused I stood there, peeking over my scarf trying to figure out where it went. A little old man (and I mean OLD) stopped next to me with his cart, looking from right to left and said, "You too, huh? It gets harder and harder to remember this stuff, doesn't it?"
Yes, yes it does.
To compensate for my early onset elderlyness, I've been trying to supplement my diet with copious amounts of kid foods, like gogurts, juiceboxes, and fruit snacks. We'll see if it helps...