Wig On a Barbed-Wire Fence

We've all had one of those moments where we run across something that makes us say "Seriously?"
Yesterday morning I spotted a wig chilling atop a fence. I had to pause momentarily and smile. I love things like this. It was a mystery that I could muse while at work. How did it get there? Does someone know it's missing? Allow me to describe the area where this fence resides. It's located near downtown, right across from a new condo building. There's a bus stop a few feet away from where the wig rests and a liquor store and an exotic dance (strip) club sit on the next block. It's on a well-traveled street in an ethnically diverse neighborhood.
During the remainder of my day, I played out some scenarios in my mind of how this wig could have made it to the top of a fence. Below are the top two. Which one seems most plausible?

Scenario #1

A group of teenage girls, "frenemies" who live in the same apartment building, are walking down the block. As they act rowdy, laughing and cursing like they usually do, they haven't seemed to notice that one of them, let's call her 'A,' has been visibly annoyed for a while. When the topic of conversation turns to the cute boy on the 4th floor, A can take no more and decides to tell 'B' that she doesn't appreciate B "poking" her man on Facebook. B, the most temperamental member of the group feels disrespected, and strengthened by the number of her allies in relation to this one detractor, decides to throw a blow at A. Fighting ensues and moments later as A lies crying on the ground, B rejoices in defeat. Much like the legendary warriors of tales past, the winner seizes a sign of victory: the wig from her opponent's head. She twirls it in the air and yells out tribal-like gibberish before slinging it as far as her arm strength will allow. Its final resting place a few feet away: the top of a barbed-wire fence.

Scenario #2

An exotic dancer is leaving the club after a disappointing shift. After waiting around for too long for her ride to arrive, she angrily decides to walk to the train station after realizing that the last train will be pulling away in 10 minutes. Because it'll take her almost 20 minutes to walk there wearing her 5-inch stilettos she quickly takes them off and swears out loud. As she approaches the new condo building a sadness overcomes her. She wishes she lived in a nice place like that instead of her cramped studio in the worst area of the city. When she started working, she had imagined that the money would allow her to upgrade her life. But after nearly a year of pole dancing, there she was. walking barefoot along a fenced sidewalk on her way to public transportation--after only collecting $30 in tips. An SUV slows down and the male driver asks her if she needs a ride. Had she not been in such an awful mood, she would have just said "no thanks." But instead she stops and shouts "no I don't need no damn ride! I don't need nothin' that you or anyone else wants to put in my thong!" With that she snatches off her wig and slings it as far as her arm strength will allow. Its final resting place a few feet away: the top of a barbed-wire fence.


Note:Yes, I have an overactive imagination. *sigh* If only I could use my power for good.