People like to wig-out. Some people wear them all the time, for others it's a special occasion thing, for some, it's not something they've chosen, and for others it's a disguise, or for theatrics.
I bring this up because I was sitting in the cafe at work with Billy and we were people watching, as we do, and in walks a lady with a long blonde wig with bangs, tight hot pants, 4inch heals and the minute she stepped into the the room she commanded all attention. That wig topped the whole package off, and she knew she could get away with anything. She trotted over to the grill and snatched a box of chicken wings from out under the heat lamp and stuffed them into her purse, laughing. She proceeded to pull a sprite out of the fridge and go to check out. She paid for the sprite and slowly made her way out, head high, wig swaying, and armed with her scandalous wings. The minute she was out of site, the whole kitchen staff looked at eachother, dumfounded and annoyed, whispering, "did she pay for that chicken?" Everyone knew she didn't, but nobody dared to go after her. Ahhhh the power of the wig.
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