We get caught in traffic jams, but we do not care...we 're in no hurry anyway...
We linger over our lunch and enjoy our food slowly...we need more time to munch anyway...
When they say 'excuse me ...we are closing soon...we make our way to the mall ...we need the walk to digest our food anyway.... 
We continue the party at our friend's and roll up our hair for all we care...we do not need to impress anybody anyway...
We talk about the good old days and make plans for another fun day...
O, blest retirement! friend to life's decline -
How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labor with an age of ease!
~Oliver Goldsmith
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