A really good weekend or a really bad weekend?

I pulled into the parking garage in my office building very early this morning (before 5 am).  Something caught my eye and I thought to myself, "What kind of animal gets into a 10 story parking garage in a Downtown office building and gets itself run over?"

Upon exiting my car, I noticed that this "thing" I saw wasn't really an expired animal after all.

Good god; it was someone's hair weave!!  And yes, for blogging purposes, I stopped to take a photo.

Was it a good weekend or a bad weekend?  From the look of things, I'd say bad.  Very, very bad.