The kind of conversation to which normal folks are not privy, working their nine-to-five jobs in Cubicleville:
"Can I wear a Bob Marley wig to school?"
"It would be like wearing a hat."
"It's not a HAT! It's hair."
"It's not real hair. You'd get in trouble. Unless it's dress-up day for Red Ribbon Week."
"They can't tell me I can't wear hair to school."
"Yes they can. You already HAVE hair."
"I'll shave my head bald. Then I'll wear a Bob Marley wig."
"You can't do that."
"If someone has cancer they can wear a wig."
"You don't have cancer."
"I'm going to ask Mr. Principal if I can wear my Bob Marley wig to school."
Hope springs eternal in the un-Bob-Marley-wig-covered freshman brain.