This is a true story:
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small New England town -- the same town that actor Paul Newman often vacationed in. One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. As she arrived home after a five-mile hike, she suddenly was seized with a not-to-be-denied craving for a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. Consequently, she hopped into the family car, drove into the center of town, and went straight to the combination bakery ice-cream parlor. The only other customer in the store was film star Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee. The woman's heart skipped a beat or two as her eyes made contact with the celebrity's baby-blue eyes. Newman nodded graciously and the star-struck woman smiled demurely. Then she quickly composed herself. "You're a happily married woman with three children," she said to herself, "a mature forty-five-year-old, not a teenybopper." The store clerk filled her order and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door without even a sideward glance toward Newman. When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but the other hand was empty. "Where's my double-dip cone? Could I have left it in the store?" she thought. Back in she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand, or in a holder on the counter, or something. With that, she happened to glance over at Paul Newman. His face broke into his familiar warm, friendly grin as he said, "You put it in your purse."