Tonight at work in the midst of out of town business people shouting orders of Guinness and Jameson at me, a man asked me if my hair was it's natural color. "Yes, it is," I replied. This is my stock response to this question. It is so obvious that it is dyed; if you have the audacity to ask me, I will have the audacity to lie to you. Usually a compliment will follow and the conversation moves on or ends. Well not tonight.
This particular man couldn't believe it; it was so vibrant and unique. He then went on to ask what my family heritage is. I told him Norwegian, "One hundred percent?" he asked.
"Yep," I say & it is so not true. He then asks which region of Norway and I tell him that both of my parents came from a tiny little island called Evjen that lies between Norway and Denmark. He prods further and I tell him that my parents came to the U.S. together when they were 18 and everyone in my family has hair this color, it's kind of an unofficial trademark of people from the island of Evjen. He is astonished and inquires about tourism on Evjen, I encourage him to visit; it's very nice as I spent many summers there growing up. He promises to do so & is going to look it up in his atlas when he gets home.
Where is that Tobasco?