Damn you, Jonas Brothers!

So I get a phone call today. It's the church. Someone's not happy. Seems someone made a mess in the social hall of the church where we train. Since we were the last scheduled group to use the room and the mess was obviously created by more than one person I got the phone call.

Well obviously, it wasn't us. We're running around in there barefoot. We kinda like the floor clean and since none of my students spontaneously secrete wrappers and foodstuffs from the soles of their feet it made no sense that it would be us.

However the Jonas Brothers were playing in town, and then all the pieces fit together.

For those of you not familiar with them, they're three brothers that Disney put together and is marketing them as a band. The kids eat it up despite the fact that they're about as edgy as a butterknife and their songs are slightly less melodic as the previously mentioned butterknife bouncing off the kitchen floor. It's Hanson. It's New Kids on the Block. It's tormenting parents coast to coast. I first was subjected to them when I left my DVD of JUNGLE BOOK in the DVD player and was subjected to them wailing away what was supposed to be "I want to be like you" originally performed in the movie by the legendary Louis Prima. Then they appeared to play 'live' on SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE. Three boys with a back up band, hair that people spend a great amount of time on to look like they spend no time on their hair, and dressed in clothes no teenage boy would be caught dead in. That's including the ones that lately have been dressing like girls, but that's another rant. I do wonder if they're related to Homer Jonas would did work in Disney's animation department decades ago.

So these safe 'rockers' were in town to cater to their tween fan base, and a merry mob of them had gotten together and met at the church before going to the show. In their rush to worship at the feet of these androgynous, corporate cash-cows; they forgot to clean up after themselves.

And I get the phone call. This being before the diligent church secretary got to play detective and put two and two together.

So the next time I get a single complaint about the state of the floor from anyone I know right where to point them.

That's right, the Jonas Brothers.