I read a story told by a woman who saw Paul Newman in an ice cream shop. Determined not to gush over him or do anything foolish, she just ordered a cone and walked out. Outside, she realized she didn’t have her ice cream. She went back inside and asked Paul if he had seen where she put her cone. He smiled and told her she had put it in her purse.
I read a story told by a woman who saw Paul Newman in an ice cream shop. Determined not to gush over him or do anything foolish, she just ordered a cone and walked out. Outside, she realized she didn’t have her ice cream. She went back inside and asked Paul if he had seen where she put her cone. He smiled and told her she had put it in her purse.