Whiter Shade of Pale

Three American tourists (two appear in the photograph), one of whom was pretend-preppy, sat near me on the tube this evening. They were chatting - loudly - about the Austrian dungeon man. Of course, I pretended to listen to my Walkman, after I switched it off, to listen to their conversation.

Preppy Guy: His girlfriend was his daughter.

(considered pause)

Scruffy Guy: His girlfriend was his daughter?

Preppy Guy: Yeah, man, he locked her and their kids in the basement.

(another pause)

Scruffy Guy: Dude, they must be so pale.