A Fleeting Moment

Today after school, I had a haircut appointment. This may be routine to some, to me it is a great outing. My hair is long, and I really don't have the time to cut it more than once every three months or so. Anyway, I look forward to this little bit of a beauty splurge, but today I got a little more for my money. Since my hair is wavy, I air dry it (less frizz). I have been going to the same person, Karen, for the past 20 years. She knows exactly how to cut my hair, and at this point could probably do it with her eyes closed. I leave her salon with my hair dripping wet (which she hates) and come right home. Today I had to stop at the bank to cash a check and make a deposit. After the bank teller got my transactions at the drive-thru, he asked me who "Deborah" was. I, of course, replied "me". He said impossible, after checking my account history I couldn't possibly be the Deborah with the birthdate on the account because I didn't look old enough! After pulling out some ID, he apologized. Apology? I assured him, NOT NECESSARY. Pulling out of the bank, I quickly looked at myself in the rearview mirror. Maybe it was the dripping wet hair? I'm not sure. All I know is, I'll take that fleeting moment . . .my very own Christie Brinkley moment. You just never know when some random stranger can make your day.