I theorize that when we get to our age, a lot of farts have accumulated so it's best to let 'er rip before we turn into balloons. There's a reason young 'uns call us "Old Farts," and I don't think we should let the little nippers down.
And we typically get to ride the elevator alone... And finally watch the news in peace.
Need I mention the gaseous force field with a 15 ft radius, called forth at a moment's notice, whenever we tire of playing with the grandchildren?

Even outside: You sit on my park bench only by my leave, I guarantee you.