Those red hat women are loud and obnoxious. I always see them when I go out to lunch at the Fruitlands Museum in Harvard, MA. It's a lovely, serene setting with great food and my lunch has been ruined more than once by this group. They seem to revel in how loud they can be. I don't know, something about this doesn't sit right with me. I would prefer not to get old, but, since I am, I am trying my best not to look or act it.