As I sat in McDonald's last week, in one of the seemingly rare moments I have that's not in full-on rush mode, I noticed an old couple eating lunch with what was presumably their grandson at the next table down from me.
The kid was maybe 8 or 9 years old, undoubtedly off from yet another day of school.
This is where I would normally describe him in greater detail, but the only way I would have been of any help in that department was if he had committed a crime and was in a lineup.