She says she's the younger version of me...

Me: Thanks for driving us to dance class, I'm about outta gas.
Her: No biggie.
(Pulling up to a red light. She looks to the car on her left.)
Her: Well, he's not too bad...
Me: Oh mi gosh! Are you checking out that guy?
Her: Yeah. He's pretty cute. Probably married. Look!
Me: So, do you check out everybody who pulls up next to you?
(She looks to the right, and I look to too. Stopped in the car to our right is a 60 year old gray haired man who stares back blankly.)
Her: Yep. Everybody.