Something I saw recently:

I was airing up a leaky tire at a convenience store - a brand new, shiny, brightly lit QT right off the highway - and as I walked in to the store to get a soda, a man in a clerical collar (burgundy shirt, though, not black) got out of a nondescript late-model sedan and threw away an empty 24oz can of beer.  He looked around as he went back to the car, and our eyes met, and he looked away.  When he opened the door and the interior light came on, I noticed the woman in the passenger seat with her head in her hands.