One good thing of this situation is that I get to wear a mask when I go into a bank.
Another, similar one happened today. I was in a garden centre. My hair hasn't seen a barber for ages and is looking somewhat scruffy, so I tend to hide it under a hat. Today's hat was my Amazon tarp hat. This, for those that don't know, has an air of the wild west about it. As a makeshift face covering I wore a black buff, folded double and pulled up over my mouth and nose.
I was in the queueueue for the checkout. A Small Boy in front of me turned round. His eyes went wide.
"Are you a cowboy?"
I nodded.
"Dad, dad, that man's a cowboy!"
It was all Mildly Exciting.