A conversation overheard while waiting for the parking garage elevator
SMALL CHILD [pointing to a gentleman on the other side of the parking garage]: Mama, why is he wearing those funny clothes?
HIS MOM: Those are "scrubs," honey. He's a resident.
CHILD: What's his name?
MOM: I don't know him, honey.
CHILD [with obvious disillusionment]: There are a lot of people you don't know.