Flustergasted and Tongue Tangled

The Scream by Edvard Munch.

I recieved an amusing true story joke in an email this morning that brought back memories. Let me share the email first... (PS - for younger generation swap "Paul Newman" for Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom, etc)

A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small new England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited. One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went s traight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.

There was only one other patron in the store. Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee. The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor nodded graciously and the star struck woman smiled demurely. Pull yourself together! She chides herself. You're a happily married woman with three children, you're forty-five years old, not a teenager! The 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, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction.

When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or some thing. No ice cream cone was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman. His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he said to the woman,

'You put it in your purse.'

That would have been me too, in fact it often has been! I'm very good at getting flustergasted and tongue-tangled. ;-)

When I worked at a library there was this really amazing (blonde, blue eyes, looked like a male model) student doctor who used to come in to get books on the weekend.

I'd get so tongue-tied I'd avoid the counter, but one Saturday I was feeling calmer and thought, "I'm cool, I can do this."

I took over the book stamping queue. I stamped the books of the old lady before him. She said "Have a nice day!"
I said, "Thanks! Same to you." :-)

He came up... I stamped his books... he smiled a flashing movie-star smile and said "Have a nice day!"
I smiled and said, "Same! Thanks to you."

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