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.