I was feeling antsy this afternoon and decided to go out a little. I went to Blockbuster because I needed to pick up A Man For All Seasons for my Thomas More studies, and I got a few others for my own entertainment.
Very youthful clerk: The Madness of King George, huh?
Me: Yep.
Clerk: Those English, the madder their King got, the more they loved him
Me: I suppose so.
Clerk: And his stock was pretty low, with the Prince Regent being [kind of a poof? Did he call the Prince Regent a poof? That doesn't fit, he's a dandy and a letch but never a poof. I couldn't here what he was saying.]
I laugh, and try to reconcile the idea that I am talking about the PRINCE REGENT with this QUITE YOUNG LOOKING MAN. What is happening?