My good deed is done for the weekend. I had dinner with a ginger. My niece has finished her exams and will be heading back to the home office for the summer. She asked why I was wearing a fake moustache, hat and sunglasses indoors at the restaurant but I don't really feel I should have to explain all my style choices.
I never knew there was widespread support for the fear and terror many feel regarding gingers until Catherine Tate came along with her series of sketches. South Park had broached the subject but I'd missed that episode.
One of my coworkers told me that growing up in Great Britain, there were slurs and superstitions aplenty regarding the ginger segments of the populace. I had a hard time taking it seriously until I saw first hand the delicious discrimination in London recently.
Pictured below is a snap I took just following the merciless heckling of a ginger who was ridiculed and forced to leave the tour bus by our wonderful guide. I was surprised she'd even been allowed to board with regular passengers in the first place. The tour and the guide were fantastic afterward.
Have a good summer ginge!
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