My wife and I were, on one occasion, browsing in an antique store in Goleta, when my wife struck up a conversation with another woman who was there. As the two of them were talking, I noticed that the other woman bore a noticeable resemblance to someone famous, though I thought she looked much younger than the famous person who I thought she resembled must be. Just as I was beginning to comment on this resemblance, I noticed that she was wearing a name tag that identified her as “Ruthy”, (consistent with the celebrity that I thought she resembled) and indicated that she was a participant in the “Concourse de Elegance” event (a car show, in which very expensive, exotic, or otherwise remarkable automobiles are on display) that was, at the time, taking place nearby.
It turns out that this woman was, in fact,
Ruth Buzzi. She was pleased that I thought she looked younger than I thought she must be (she could easily have passed for my age, but I remembered seeing her on “Laugh In” when I was a young child, at which time she was already an adult.) As it happens, she's around my parents' age, which is about what I would have thought she should be.
Had I not recognized her, and commented on it, my wife would never have had any idea that the person she was talking with was anything but some random, unremarkable stranger. She was previously aware that there was someone named Ruth Buzzi who was famous for something, but she didn't know what Ms. Buzzi looked like, or what she was famous for.
