And that is how bags end up in trees.

I spent a little money today on a new skirt and leggings. Important dinner tonight. Must look semi-decent. I walked back to my room, got in the elevator, then noticed there was a piece of tape stuck to the bag holding my new items. Upon closer inspection, there was a hair stuck to that tape...a hair that was not mine. I promptly peeled the tape off, looked it in the eye (or where its eye would be if it had an eye), and said to it "and you can stay in the elevator". Then flicked it to the ground. The only problem was, when I was halfway through talking to the inanimate object and hair, the elevator doors opened...and someone got on. I quickly exited. Yeah...I was talking to a piece of tape in the elevator. And I got caught doing it.