One of the Greatest Stories Ever

My husband shared a story with me today when we heard that Paul Newman had passed away.  A guy with whom my husband attended a training seminar told the story of how (years before) he and his wife had heard that Paul Newman was in a small northern town filming a movie.  They drove north to the town hoping to catch a glimpse of the actor, but he was nowhere to be found.  

On the way home, they stopped at a small cafe, and the wife went in to get two ice cream cones.  She purchased them at the counter and turned around and was face to face with none other than Paul Newman.  He signed an autograph for her, and she went back out to the car all excited to tell her husband about meeting Paul Newman.  After listening to the story, the husband asked what had happened to the ice cream.  In all the excitement, she couldn't remember what she had done with it, so she went back into the restaurant.  Once inside, she again saw Paul Newman who asked her, "Are you looking for your ice cream? . . . It's in your purse."  

Classic.