Little old ladies are bags of brittle calcium and failing organs, created for young people (i.e. people with souls) to mock, spit on, and shove around for purposes of hilarity.
The little old lady phenomenon is generally confined to particular places at particular times of day. Strangely, little old ladies spontaneously appear in supermarkets, hairdressers, banks, post offices and town centres at 10am, persisting in many of these places throughout the lunchtime period and undergoing a rapid age regression into screaming schoolchildren at approximately 3:30pm.
There are only three places that little old ladies persist at all times of the day or night:
A Casino - usually found carrying large cups of coins and staggering around looking for the exit.
In Spain, Africa and other parts of Europe, little old ladies are mysteriously granted Superwoman strength at the age of 70, allowing them to carry all sorts of things for miles and miles. The record is still held by 96 year old Gladys who was spotted in the North of the United Kingdom carrying sixteen donkeys, three children, a Morris Minor and her handbag, for a combined weight of approximately 8 tons.
Little old ladies are easy to spot. They're the ones with a blue rinse hobbling along using a zimmer frame or walking stick when they think people are watching and zipping around on pogo sticks and juggling donkeys when we're not.
Theoretically, if she really has lived through the last 4 world wars like she says she has, she will at some point have slept with or married your grandad or great-grandad. On all accounts do not mention any old male person in the immediate vicinity of a little old lady because that deafness just vanishes like SHE-BANG and she races over and holds your arm in an iron grip till you die of thirst or she asplodes. Not pretty.
If she doesn't asplode you will be subject to sexually graphic retellings of her being raped and enjoying it. She might even have to demonstrate. RUN.