Annette Bening.

I was driving along Century Park West today — on my way to Office Depot — with the top down in my Mini-Cooper convertible.  

A middle-aged guy in a white Mercedes pulled up beside me, and I had my earplugs in, talking to my brother.  He yelled over my windows –—

“YOU LOOK LIKE  ANNETTE BENING — AND THAT’S A COMPLIMENT TO HER!”

I pulled out the headphones,  looked over the windows, and yelled,

“THANK YOU!”