My girls were 6 and 10 when I was diagnosed with cancer. I typically wore a bandana around the house. On the few days I went to work, I wore my wig. It was summer in Florida, and that wig got hot and itchy, especially in the afternoons on the drive home.
One day when I complained, my girls urged me to take the wig off. They promised me no one would notice. Finally, I could resist the temptation no longer. I didn’t want to cause an accident, so I made sure I performed the “unveiling” at a stop light.
Unfortunately, I drive a Toyota Solara with a sun roof, and immediately to our right was a jacked up pickup truck with a perfect view of my head through that peep-hole in the roof of the car. My daughters scanned the neighboring vehicles looking for a reaction – and got more than they bargained for.
“Mom, that guy in the truck next to us, his eyes are bugging right out of his head!”
We laughed then, and we still laugh now. So much for no one will notice.