Cold Cold Cold And Old Old Old

It has been pretty damn cold waiting at the bus stop the past few days here in Denver, although I can't complain too much about it, since I had to work at subzero temperatures well past sunset at my previous job in Highlands Ranch.  However, I can complain that a guy walked up to me the other day at the bus stop at Colfax and Josephine, shook my hand, told me how much he respected his elders, and also told me to be safe and God bless.  What I want to know is whether I truly look that ancient.  I don't feel old, at least until that guy at the bus stop started talking to me.  And now, I need to take a nice long nap.