Gee, Your Wig Smells Terrific (Or, Get a Gay)

You know you're wearing a cheap wig when...

While riding the subway, your $5 polyblend hatchet job leaves ten strands of 1/4" plastic-Barbies-be-mo-betta hair on the jacket of the passenger standing 10 feet behind you.

Yes, that poor, bitter rider was I.

The woman clearly needed an emergency make-over...or at the very least...someone needed to prod her off the train at 14th street in order to get bewiggity at the faux hair superstore known simply known as WIGS.