At our office, Tammy, who is way younger, rearranged the supply cabinet. My friend, who is older but not as old, and I could not find anything. Things were "out of place". We have quietly shifted them back to their place. She hasn't noticed. After all, Tammy isn't old enough yet to realize something is "out of place".
Personally I think one of the main differences in being older (do you notice I never refer to it as being old, just older) is the "out of place" syndrome. When I was young, seems as if I was always wanting change. Had to have a new shower curtain. Needed a change. Had to have a new pair of shoes. Needed a change. Had to have a newer car. Needed a change. Moved things around in the house. Wanted them in a different place.
Mate is the world's worse. He can't dress if something is out of place. Called to me the other morning wanting to know where his belt was. It was on a different hook, "out of place". If I hadn't been home, Mate's pants might have fallen down.
Being older seems to make me content. I like things and people where they should be. I would probably be one of those older ladies who would ask you to move if you were in my place. But nicely. In a big congregation when you can't see all that well far off, people shouldn't get "out of place". I can't find them. I need to be able to identify each one of the flock of sheep I belong with so I don't lose sight of the Shepherd.