I resorted to wearing a wig when I lost all of my hair. At first it was scratchy and uncomfortable and was the first thing that I removed when I came home.
One afternoon I walked in the door, flung my wig across the room and the telephone rang. Wrong number, but at that moment someone knocked at the door. I was nicely dressed, had all my makeup and jewelry on and thought, "What the heck?"
A very nice repairman had the wrong address and needed directions. He was so flustered and taken aback to see a bald woman open the door that he could hardly get his question out of his mouth acting very nonchalant. After he left I nearly died laughing because he was just as bald as I was!
Lakewood, WA