I went out to meet a friend. Was wearin' white shirt, knee-lenght jeans and rubbershoes - the very simple me.  As I waited for him in the coffeeshop, an old woman joined me in my table.  She seemed to be nice.  Then she started talking to me.  I was just busy with my MP4 then.  So to show politeness, I turned it off and turned to her.  Then she asked me how old I am. She gave me a look and  told me I should dress-up according to my age.  I laughed and asked her whats wrong with it? But she dint answer my question.  I look at the refection of myself in the glassdoor.  The hell to tell me to dress up according to my age! It pinned me.  I just withered her with a look and moved to another table.