Have you ever seen a tattoo that wasn’t there? Aha. Both St. Bob and I did this within the same week.
We were in an elevator with a woman who had multiple tattoos on her arms and legs. Bob turned to her and said, “What kind of snake is that on your arm?”
She held her arm out, and said, “That’s not a snake; it’s a ribbon.”
I can’t decide if she was curt or courteous or curious, but she got off on the next floor, thank goodness.
My mis-reading of a tattoo was even worse, however. I was in the nail salon and the woman beside me had a tattoo on the back of her hand. It was a lot of little jagged lines and I figured it must be some kind of art or maybe some writing.
I leaned over and just as I was opening my mouth to ask, “What does your tattoo say?” I realized it was her veins! HER VEINS! Can you imagine how embarrassed we both would have been if I had asked that? I would have had to chase her out to the parking lot, apologizing, and buy her lunch. Not only that, but I would have had to switch nail salons. And it’s extremely hard to find someone who’s really good and never says anything stupid.
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