Picture a young man standing in front of the gourmet cheese counter. He's wearing baggy jeans with pant legs that pool at his ankles and lie in loose folds on top of his dirty white sneakers. He needs a shave. Spikes of oily brown hair peek out from under his worn red ballcap.
Speaking into his cell phone, the young man says confidently, "I thought I'd cut it with butter, just a glaze, not a sauce."
As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover.