One day was kind of rough in Room 5 (most days were rough-haha), and my little Diva got angry. When she gets angry, she pulls her own hair, even if she's mad at someone else. Well, this day, she pulls her hair so hard that her hair piece fell out. Barely able to fix my own hair, I had no idea what to do with the ponytail that was now on the floor. I looked at my sub, who was a 60 year old man, and he said, "I think you should go get (insert staff's name who wears similar hair pieces).
After wandering the halls and getting some odd looks, I found the lady I was looking for. She looked at me and my bewildered face and knew I needed help, just in a different way than I intended. She looked at me, looked at the ponytail, and then said, "I wanna help, but honey, I don't think that's the right color for your hair."
(This may be one of those "you had to be there" stories, but it was so funny at the time)
