Here's a story my sister just sent me. Have no idea if it's true. But it certainly sounds like it could be. A middle-aged lady from the mid-west was vacationing in a New England village. And so was Paul Newman w/ his family. The lady got up and took a brisk walk. Then dropped into the local bakery/ice cream parlor (thus undoing the benefit of the brisk walk) and ordered a double-dip cone. At that moment she noticed Paul Newman seated nearby enjoying coffee and a donut. Somewhat stunned, but determined not to make a fool of herself by acting like a silly teenager, she paid for her cone and left. When she got her car she had keys in one hand, change in the other, and no cone. So she went back to the store. Mr. Newman greeted her w/ a big grin. "You put it in your purse."