Left: You're a celebrity guest at a White House state dinner, forced out of desperation to finally confront the creepy "nobody" crasher who has been trying to catch your attention all evening. Center: You're a Kansas homemaker on vacation in Vegas, enjoying the stage show of the hypnotist, who has successfully programmed his volunteer (your husband) to quack like a duck. Right: You're in the fourth row of a high-school auditorium, watching as your 15-year-old daughter begins singing Annie Oakley's "Doin' What Comes Natur'lly"—and freezes halfway through.
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