Silent family, six in the booth, each staring into their menu, none saying a word.
Skinny professor, shaved head, pullover, concentration-camp thin, grading papers, papers spilling sliding off his table onto chairs and floor and feet. Dirty look when he sees my interest.
Three-year-old rapping, dancing atop his booster, throwing out fists with his rhymes as Daddy-Backward-Cap laughs and applauds, appreciative audience.