I was in Florida last year. I swear to Gawd that there was a group of 15 or so people (well under the age of 60) cruising through Tarpon Springs. The tourist section is about a mile, give or take. It was pure entertainment to watch them hit one shop, fight to park close to the door, rush out and head to the next shop, and fight to get close to the door.
I guess you'd have to be there to really find the sadness in it.