We enjoyed X-Men 2. In line behind us, we were treated to the musings of a middle-aged woman and her two ill-informed sons. They debated, endlessly, why she would spend twenty-six dollars on a coin. Why, one son wondered, would she spend that when the face value of the coin was only a dollar.

"I don't.. I don't get it," he said, "it's a dollar, right? So if it's a dollar, it can't be worth twenty-six. You got robbed. Hey! Mom got robbed!"

She explained it was a special dollar issued by the Mint for collectors to snap up and tuck away.

"But it's a dollar, mom. A dollar! It can't be more than that. I mean, a dollar is... well it's just a dollar."

It went like this for fifteen minutes. The mom never displayed anything besides a creepy kind of amusement, and the sons tried to lure various bystanders into adjudicating over who was crazy, them or her, as if it was an either-or proposition.