3 A. M. Writer- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕

Is Salmon Pink, or is it Orange?

This next story needs a bit of background information for it to be funny. I often say to my brother that "if you need to explain a joke, it isn't funny." However I feel like this is a necessary addition.

My church often has the middle schoolers and high schoolers of our area congregation meet together for meetings and events specifically for our age group. These are always really fun and I've made some of my best memories at these types of events! This event that I'm going to be talking about was focused on a trip that we were going to take in the near future, as well as other topics of study.

The eternal debate of salmon pink. I can't forget this debate because it had the funniest punchline I've heard in a long time. It lives rent free in my head. I'm attempting to not over hype it because this moment may only be funny to those involved, so I will try to keep this chapter short.

My upperclassmen friend Bree and I were sitting in the main chapel area. Kids were starting to file into the pews and we were chatting it up about the day's tasks. We had just gotten these shirts that were meant for the trip that we were gonna take soon. (it's like a tradition to get group shirts) They were a shade of salmon. The debate me and Bree began to get intensely obsessive about was whether or not salmon is a shade of pink or orange.

Let me explain my logic. Pink is a mixture of red and white. Orange is a mixture of red and yellow. Salmon is a fish, therefore it is a mixture of the red blood and the white tissue meat, making it pink. I have no idea why orange was even brought up, salmon is called salmon pink not orange, but anyway that's what our debate was about.

To get a second opinion on the matter, Bree pokes the two boys in the pew in front of us and asks them, "Do you think that these shirts are salmon pink or orange?"

They turn to each other, nod, and in unison say, "Pink."

I was content to leave it at that, with me proven right, however they had to go and ruin it with a comment burned into my mind. One of them hit the other over the head and laughed, "You're right! But you're also color blind!"

Why? Why did Bree have to ask them? I was still right but they had now added yet another debate to Bree's arsenal.

She then turned to another pair of friends in the pew behind us (It's ok, the meeting hadn't started yet so we weren't being distracting.) and asked them for their humble opinion. They agreed that it was pink as well. This was honestly one of the most pointless moments in my life. I don't think I can ever recover from these five minutes. And technically the case is still open as Bree never agreed I was right. I'm willing to go back to this fight if she brings it up again. I can. And I will win.