Where were you this morning, Julie? Mom and I were going to take you to school.
Oh, thanks, Dad. I thought you saw my note. I took the bus early in the morning.
An early bus? I thought you were a night person.
We had band practice. We're playing at the game next month, and I was excited. But now...
Uh-oh. What happened?
It's the uniforms. I saw them, and now I'm sorry I ever started playing the flute.
Ugly? I'm sure you'd look great in anything, Julie.
It's not that. They're made out of wool. Wool! In August!
Dear Lord! You'll all get way too hot.
Well, it's worse for the saxophone players.
I guess the drummers have the same problem.
Yes. They complained, but the school doesn't have money to buy new clothes for us.