I stopped into Dan's office to say hello, and as we were talking, Isaac stopped in as well.
"I'm seeing red all day today!" he said, "I just got done talking to Ruth, and now Dana's here." Ruth, like myself, is a redhead. Just a few days ago, when I framed the timing of an event as "back when I was still a blonde," Casey noted that Ruth and I are the only redheads in the office. I mentioned this to the guys. They thought for a moment, trying to establish if anyone else sported a fiery head like mine.
"Sue has some red, doesn't she?" Isaac asked, referring to my and Ruth's boss.
"Weeeell, sort of," Dan hedged, "but hers is red from being colored not red because it's red."
"How do you know for sure that Ruth and I are natural redheads? We might color our hair too." I countered.
"No, there's a difference. My mom used to color her hair, and my dad would be askin' 'What did you color your hair red for?!' and she'd be all 'Well, I didn't mean for it to be red!' Your red looks like you are supposed to have it that way."
Which is good to know, considering the amount I pay in upkeep to have folks asking why I stopped lightening my hair to blond and reverted back to my "natural" color.