Ginger

Washing my hands in the fluorescent lit ladies room, I lean closer into the mirror and inspect my parting for those offending white hairs. So far I have one, and it is pure white. So white it stands out against my brown hair and you can see it from three metres away. I peer and what I see shocks me ... a pure ginger hair. Yes, red and reflecting the light beautifully! Now that explains why W likes hanging out with me so much ...