when my wife an i were first dating, we walked out of a restaurant one evening, and as we walked across the parking lot, past one of those seedy strip mall nightclubs you’d never go into unless you were looking for regret, we saw what can only be described as a pancake flattened hairweave lying next to a speedbump. My wife-to-be started laughing so hard she was doubled over in the middle of the parking lot unable to breathe, with her thin finger pointing emphatically at said hair weave. She then proceeded to act out a scenario, complete with accents, in the middle of the parking lot, of what had likely happened to cause the hairweave to end up flattened on the pavement next to a speed bump.

I fell in love with her even more that night.