Many years ago, my first husband and I lived in Culver City, CA, which at the time was home to several movie studios. One day we stopped at one of the first Trader Joe's in the area, walked in and split up -- I was supposed to get the snacks, he was supposed to get the drinks. After I had the snacks I walked over to the drink cases, and saw what I thought was my husband, contemplating his choices, so I stuck my hand in his back jeans pocket, gave him a nice little squeeze, and asked what the hold-up was. No answer was forthcoming, so I glanced up -- into the face of Tom Selleck, wearing a blue denim shirt identical to the one my husband was wearing (he showed up a couple minutes later.) Of course I wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor but Mr. Selleck just laughed and said it was a natural mistake to have made ...