“Hume Cronyn,” she said, squinting her eyes in my direction.
I was standing in the grocery store aisle.
“Excuse me?” I responded, clueless about what she meant. “Hugh?”
“Hume, Hume,” she emphasized, “Hume Cronyn, the actor. You look like him.”
This was a bit unusual, at least for me. I’m not used to being stopped by a complete stranger in the grocery store and learning that I look like someone I’ve never heard of.