ME????? A bank robber?!?!?

I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I ever got to live a good ole boring Monday. I have a crazy entire week ahead of me. Today I hurried to shower and get off to a Presidency meeting. The phone rang as I was getting ready, the president's daughter has pink eye... meeting postponed. So I stare in the mirror... do I fix my hair... OR ballcap it! If you know me... I ballcapped it. I was out the door moments later to tackle my 'to do' list, hair still a little damp but hopeful it will finish drying by the time I reach town. I start marking items off my list one by one, thinking I'm an errand superhero! Number 4 errand... go to the bank. I must go inside because I need to do several transactions. I wait in line and finally it is my turn. I got the most precious teller and she kindly tells me I must remove my ball cap. I am so perplexed! Seriously, the next words out of my mouth are... 'But I have massive hat head because I left the house with my hair wet'... the teller, grinning, and very much feeling my pain, says I MUST remove my cap if I am to conduct any business in the bank. It DAWNS on me, all those little cameras can't see my face in case I am there to withdrawal a WHOLE LOT of money that don't belong to me, if you know what I mean. I remove my cap, dying from embarrassment, the teller did not even make eye contact with me, bless her, she was trying to stay professional and not laugh in my face. I get all my banking business complete and hurry out the door. Cap immediately goes on my head upon exiting. Then I HAD to do it... yep... got in the truck and flipped down the visor mirror and took off my hat. Just as I had feared! Why, why, WHY, must I rub my face in the gruesome reflection before me. OIH! It wasn't until 2 errands later when the Post Office guy told me I had incredible (not over stating this,he did say 'incredible') eyes, that I let go of the horrible image in my head. Thank goodness for sweet bank tellers that don't laugh out loud and PostOffice fellas that can sense when a gal is having a low self-esteem day and gives a compliment. I love nice people!! On to loads and loads of laundry... this Monday just keeps getting better and better, laughter!