I once saw Polly "Flo" Holliday at the Union Square Farmers Market in Manhattan. She looked at me just as the register on my face showed that I knew who she was (my eyes kinda bugged a bit and my mouth opened). She shot me an instant (and icy) look that said "If you say anything, I'm going to shove this stalk of Bok Choy straight up your ass."
I averted my eyes, dropped my head in shame, and walked away.
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