Weavie Wonder,

So in continuing my funny stories that I'd otherwise tell my Dad, I'm brought to this story.

This actually happened Saturday night after our game but I'm just now remembering it.

So we get back from the game around 10 pm. I'm the designated guy to stay late this week. I'm hanging out in the band hall, pushing kids out the door, etc. There's only a few students left in the band hall; everyone else has either gone home or is outside waiting on their ride. I'm walking around the band hall when I see it. It being someone's weave. A student's weave had fallen out. Not once. Not twice. BUT THREE TIMES throughout the band hall. There are strands of weave everywhere. It was hilarious. The two students that were left were taking pictures of the random weave on the floor. I just can't believe that: A) someone wouldn't realize their weave was falling out and B) that their friends wouldn't tell them, "HEY! YO WEAVE BE FALLIN' OUTCHOW HURA!!"