I have a green shirt on today. That's what we do on St Patrick's Day. Many years ago I was working at a hotel and the morning people arrived and the night people [me] were about to go home. I asked one of the morning front desk agents if she'd like a shamrock [paper] as I had a few. She declined. "But it's St. Patrick's Day," Said I.
Well, she went off on a tangent about how the Irish were all worthless and good for nothing but fighting and drinking. I shrugged and went home. At some point she apparently realized I have an Irish name. Well, the next day she seemed to be trying to be nice to me, but found me rather chilly. Heck, I just offered her a paper shamrock.
Alas, I'm actually only about 1/4 Irish. I don't know why some people spell it O'Reilly and my family spells it Riley. And I don't like corned beef and cabbage very much. But I still resented what this woman said. So there.
Oh, some idiot on the radio last month said St. Valentine drove the snakes out of Ireland. It was St. Patrick. And I don't like mint milkshakes, either. They're weird and unnatural.