Fifty-something Lillian Cage keeps house and meticulously irons her husband's shirts while humming the theme from "Rawhide" and enjoying a secret crush on the teenager who daily bags her groceries. When a robber shoots down the boy before her eyes, Mrs. Cage grabs the gun and turns it on the person she deems responsible, then carries the weapon to the police station in her straw hat to try to explain, in her own way, how it all happened. Written by
Did You Know?
What would you like to talk about, Mrs. Cage? Your daughter's divorce? Your husband's shirts? I'm interested, Mrs. Cage, I'm fascinated, because I can tell you're different! You're not like that scum who shot the grocery boy, are you, Mrs. Cage?