Me: (just hangin' out after a long day of working, not harming anybody, minding my own business, being awesome. The ususal.)
Random Guy: (Standing beside me, turned to face me sort of, obviously looking at my arm.)
Me: (Trying so hard to keep minding my own business)
Random Guy: (Talking to me, even though I'm turned away from him, body language = CLOSED FOR BUSINESS, listening to my iPod with those ubiquitous white earbuds.)
Me: (Sigh) Pardon me?
RG: Nice ink.
Me: Yeah. I know.
RG: Where'd you get that done? Here in town?
Me: Yeah. (Digs a Tattoo Zoo card out of my bag) Here, take a card.
RG: Mumble mumble full body suit?
Me: What? I'm working on it. (Laugh)
RG: But why the hell would you do that to yourself?
Me: (Puts mental boxing gloves on, because HELL NO) What do you mean?
RG: You know, it's never gonna come off.
Me: Yeah. I know. It's supposed to be like that.
RG: Is that even a real tattoo? (Still talking about my arm)
Me: Yes. (laughs)
RG: You're gonna have that for life, you know?
Me: Yeah.
RG: Why would you do that to yourself, kid?
Me: (WTF, this guy's like ten years older than me tops) Um...because I wanted to?
RG: Yeah well mumble mumble husband mumble mumble it's gonna be hard when you want to get married and get a family.
Me: No. You know what? (Stands up straight, looks him in his ignorant face) I have a family and we are doing just fine, actually.
RG: (Holds hands up in defensive posture) Woah woah woah no need to get angry.
Me: Yeah, well it's awful to be standing here, minding my own business and then some stranger comes up to me and starts saying things like that to me. It's very rude and it's hurtful.
RG: mumble mumble where'd you get that work done anyway? Here in town?
(At this time I realize he's totally drunk and it's useless to even waste my time, even though I had this full speech coming to me about how I was just at my full time job and I have a degree from a University now and what was he doing being drunk in the middle of the day on like a Monday anyway and who is he to judge me...etcetera.)
My bus came.
Me: That's my bus. (walks away with semi-threatening gesture, hoping he takes it as a warning for next time.)
RG: Yeah. (shouts after me) Good luck with all that ink.
Seriously guys. Yeah. I was so sad about it that on the bus I text-messaged my (female, tattooed) boss: D-bag @ the bus stop just basically asked me how i expect to get a man and have a family with all these tattoos.
Her reply?
Awwww fuck that guy in the neck. Did you ask him why he is so mean? Ask him if he's mad at his mom so he had to be mean to other women to compensate for his pencil dick. My standard response to guys like that is to furrow my brow and ask "what's wrong with you? Are you handicap(sic)? Learn some manners." When that fails I tell them to go get fucked. Feel free to use at your leisure. :)
Hahaha thanks Sarah. But seriously guys. LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS. I can not believe the sense of entitlement people seem to have, thinking they can just go up to complete strangers and insult their appearance. Tattoos are pretty mean things to insult, as well, because you can't really change them. Keep it to yourself. And remember:
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that *is* a very big running people over truck. major props. and that guy's a douche canoe, drunk or not. i bet the lady who may call herself his wife thinks he's a douche as well.
ReplyDeleteUgh, so rude!!! If I was gonna say anything to a complete stranger (hint: I won't, I'm awkward) it's always a compliment. I could conceivably imagine asking someone where they got their tattoo done or what does it mean *if you don't mind my asking*, but to lecture them - rather inaccurately - on how it's going to affect their life? Nononononono.
ReplyDelete@becks Yep, I save it just for running jerks over. And myself with orange dreadlocks that one time as a joke.
ReplyDelete@soda I KNOW! And he was talking to me as though I was some goth teenager who hadn't thought their latest piercing through and then was trying to get a job at The Gap or some shit. Dude, I'm closer to thirty than you may believe.
Screw him! I am currently working on a sleeve. My most recent addition is a pissed off baby harp seal holding a hakapik while standing by a bloody work boot (little guy got even!). I am 38, almost 39. Married to the most straight laced guy I've ever met. HE LOVES my tattoos. Good thing, too because I love them. I can't help but wonder how that walking penis is going to find a wife! I sure as hell wouldn't put up with him. And yes, your tattoos will (thankfully) last forever, but so will his stupidity. What a jackass.
ReplyDeleteIf one more customer at the resto I work at grabs me by the arm and starts asking about my tattoos, I'm going to punch him. Who effing touches people like that???
ReplyDelete@natasha Hahaha thanks.
ReplyDelete@I. I KNOW, RIGHT? I mean you can look (maybe if I'm in a good mood) but DO NOT TOUCH.
Im not super heavily tattooed but im getting that way... and i just read this after being linked from a feature you did on sometimes sweet. Haha Your boss sounds excellent. I plan on using that techinque next time. haha.
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