Invisible Ink
What is it about tattoo parlors that they have the best signs? I'm walking through the Mission and look up to see this most excellent neon sign, a big red arrow with the word TATTOO inside of it, which makes me immediately want to go inside and get inked up.
And I don't even want a tattoo.
Of course I've thought of it. Everyone's thought of it, right? But I would never actually get one. Don't get me wrong - you go ahead and get your full-on sleeves. I'm just saying that I could never get one. I'm simply too indecisive - what on earth what I possibly want tattooed on my body for the rest of my life? I haven't a clue.
I feel like I've spent the last twenty years wondering what I'd get, tattoo-wise, ever since I saw that first gloriously appealing sign. I'd probably be on my death bed when it would hit me: EXPIRATION DATE - with that day's date. No - better yet, the next WEEK's date, so they could always say that I went before my time.

That one made me laugh.
Posted by: The GF | December 21, 2007 at 11:50 PM