Did you hear the one about the blonde and the helium balloons?

Okay, here is a story that once again proves that I am completely entitled to my naturally blonde hair:
Picture a beautiful Saturday in June. Beautiful and sunny, and very warm... like, 27 I think. I am at Camp Luther, volunteering at the Walk-Bike-Canoe-a-thon. My job is to sit in the middle of nowhere with a sign, some water, a clipboard, and some helium balloons, and to mark down people's time when the ride/run by me. So, just before the a-thon starts, I load up my car with all the necessary supplies: water, the sign, a chair, a blanket, a good book, balloons, and I am good to go. I drive to my spot in the middle of nowhere, and set up camp. I stop and take a quick glance at my new hangout, and I realise that there is something missing. My beautiful yellow balloons! So, I go to my car to retreive them. BUT, they are gone! I can't believe it! I havent left my car at all since I loaded up... who could have taken my balloons? Frusterated, I sit down and start to read my book. Then, all of a sudden, it dawns on me. I can't believe it. When I got into my car to drive to my station, I was so warm that, naturally, I opened my sunroof! Oops, shouldn't have done that! The balloons had flown out of my roof as I drove, and I didnt even notice! (Or think before I opened a hole in my roof while transporting gravity-defying items) Silly Cassy.