Miami Beach 1987. Driving to the Hospital, I was following a HUGE assed car with this tiny crescent of bald head driving (like he was maybe 5'4" on stilts) when he stops in the middle of the intersection of Collins and 104th St.
I stopped and waited....5 minutes later he's still there....I thought, "Oh shit, he stroked or died." So, I get out of the car and tap on his window. Tiny face with beer bottle glasses turns and looks at me, so I asked, "Are you OK?". He answered, "I retired!".
I think that at a certain age appropriateness, manners and taste go out the window. This is the reason for the Second Amendment. Let no one tell you different.