"Red, Your Salty"

I walked past a girl yesterday morning, sitting by her father on a bench in a mall.
"Daddy!" she whispered (albeit a little loud) "That girl has red hair!"
She was stating the obvious. But she was excited about it.

I must admit that my hair is very, very red. Newly re-done red that's drawn the eyes of more than a few. I feel good. I look good. Its hot, I taste like salt.