Actually, a funny story about my tattoo..our friend lives in California. We went down for a visit and Brian left to go Arizona to go golfing and they asked if I'd like to stay there with them. Sure! Better than watching him play!
A friend of theirs car broke down, so I drove her home. 6 blocks round trip. To make a long story short, a drunk driver in a Corvette hit the side of the Expedition I was driving hard enough on the side to FLIP it, MIDAIR, twice. Needless to say, I was in pretty hard shape. (120 stitches to get my scalp re-attached to my skull, 11 broken ribs and 2 shattered knee caps)
Anyhoo, they didn't know where Brian was staying, my parents were on a cruise...so, our friend is in town and he's telling the guys about the accident and the fact that it took them 2 hours to find me, I didn't have any ID on me, etc., etc. It would have been tricky if I'd been killed, blah, blah..
One of the guys pipes up and says, "nah, they could have identified her from her tattoo"
Our friend told him I don't HAVE any tattoos.
They begged to differ.
I was 'paged' into the garage portion by the screech of "KATHARINE!!!"
THREE FULL GROWN MEN GOT UP AND LEFT. THAT LEFT ME ALL ALONE LADIES!!
Some of the others decided to stay and sat there in gape mouthed wonder/horror. I entered and asked what his Official Problem was. He told me to turn around and lift up my shirt. I told him that I didn't want to. (Yeah, I knew where it was going..)
So, we argued, I thought to myself, "What the hell is WRONG with me? I'm an ADULT!! I can do whatever I damn well feel like!! Ha! Screw you!!" and did an about face and presented BACK!
He SCREECHED, "What the hell is THAT!!!! It better come OFF!!" and proceeded to try and scrape it off with a fingernail.
When he discovered it WOULDN'T, the rest of the BIG TOUGH GUYS that were there found something ELSE to do.
