I looked ridiculous, but there was nothing I could do. It was tradition, and I was too new to go against it...
I dressed, practiced my impersonation, and went to work, and it was only upon my arrival that I realized:
I was the only one there dressed like Mr. T.
They’d said it was a thing, but I’d clearly been had. And, head shaved into a triple Mohawk, gold chains around my neck, I’d have to deal with the embarrassment as best I could.
Truly, on that day it was I who warranted pity, for I was the fool.
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