tooth fairy...

Weird things just happen to me on Wednesdays.  Today - another great example.  Part of the afternoon was spent in a dental chair for Round II of a root canal.  So, a few shots later (uuuuuugh), my face was, again, as numb as could be. And yes, I mean my face.  Up to my eyeball.  Side of nose.  Everything on the left side.  Numb-o.  Well, he finishes the procedure lickety-split, and I'm on my way.  Still completely numb.
 
I then go to the bank drive-thru.  I'd needed to deposit some checks for photo stuff.  Had the form filled out and everything, in a hopeful effort to avoid talking to anyone while I could not feel my tongue.  The guy on the intercom comes on, "Sorry ma'am.  Some of the checks you are depositing are made out to your business name, but this is not a business account."

Me: Ushmm... yesshsh ith ishsh (wipe drool).

Him:  No, it's a personal account.  It's not coded as business, so we can't deposit these.  I'm really sorry, we've had to crack down on this lately so you might have been able to do this before, but we just can't anymore.

Me:  Ith ishishhs a busshinessh account.  Thatghs what I sshhhigned ith up ash to begin withsh (followed by dramatic sigh.  And more drool).

Him:  I'm sorry, we don't have it down as that.  You have two personal accounts and no business account.

Me:  I'm schorry too becaushshe I when I creathshed  thishs account I schpechifcally indicathed bushshiness.  Why would I need thwo pershonal accounthss?

Him:  It's actually really easy to change.  You just have to close this account and open a new one.   You can come inside and do it.   It doesn't take long at all.  I'm really sorry for the trouble.

Me:  I'm scshorry too.  Thish is wheediculoush!  (Are you kidding me? Someone save me from  myself... it just kept getting worse.)

Him: Thanks, and have a wonderful day! (translation: Hey weirdo, please quit spitting on the intercom and get out of the drive-thru.)

Then, with my last bit of pride, I parked the car, wiped off more drool, and walked inside the bank.  Over an hour later I had an official business account and a little bit a feeling returning to my lower lip.  When I asked Joe how he would know it was me when I called to be reimbursed for the checks I'd have to repurchase (which I was extremely frusshhrated about), he distinctly said, "Don't worry.  I will remember you."

Oh boy.