There I was, standing at the bus stop waiting for my ride home. The bus pulls up. I wait for the people who are getting off to exit so I can get on the bus.
The first guy gets off the bus and says, "I love your hair!"
I say, "Thank you!"
The next guy gets off the bus and says, "Wow! Your hair is really cool."
A few more people exit without incident.
Then the last guy gets off, looks at me and smiles and says, "Wow! I LOVE your hair! Now you better try not to burn the whole world down!"
I said, "I will do my best!"
What I want to know is what is it about my bright red hair that screams I am a pyromaniac?
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