“Cybill Shepherd!”
There are worse things a person could spontaneously shout while standing in line at the grocery store. As it was, my outburst caused the checkout clerk to drop a dozen eggs and a person in the next line to look around and say, “Where?”
But it was a moment of triumph for me, a welcome relief after three long days of frustration.
It all started on a family road trip to Massachusetts, when we passed a driver who looked kind of like Bruce Willis.