Izzard went into a Baltimore bank to

cash his check. Since he didn’t have an account there, the teller
asked
if he could identify himself.

“Sure,” said Izzard.
“There a mirror around here?”

“There’s one on the wall right
beside you,” said the clerk.

Izzard took a glance in the mirror and
heaved a sigh of relief.

“Yep!” he said. “It’s me, all
right!”