was one of my (everybody's) first improv crushes. But I was able to move on with my life only because she moved to L.A. a long, long time ago. But then, just the other night as I'm shoveling Sabor de Soledad chips in my mouth, along comes Ms. St. Clair barrelling through my TV box in a big-ass blue RV. I was like, "Oh shit!" and then I was like "Ha! Ha!" as she starts hollering through a bullhorn. And, oh yeah, is there, too. And I realize that even my wildest improv dreams involving discount clothing are never this good. Suggested retail price: Priceless.