Tatoo

I impressed all of my gym friends with my new tattoo. It is a pretty rose on my shoulder. Coach was the first to notice and comment on it. Then the other regular who apparently did not hear my rather loud conversation with coach. (who rents from Enterprise and gave me a hard time for 'raising the prices').

You see it is customer service week at Palisades. This means LOTS of food and some random fun. This year every department decorated their area as a county in NJ. One of the coastal counties went today and part of their decoration was a tattoo parlor. (If you have not guessed already the tattoo was fake).

Everyone seemed impressed with my new skin art. On the way out M noticed it and commented once again that she had not noticed it before. Then we got into a conversation about tattoos. Apparently her mother had always wanted to get one but refused because of the old stigma. Turns out they bought her a gift certificate to a parlor because she would not stop talking about the tattoo that she wanted but refused to get. So at 60 she got the tattoo that she always wanted.

We came upon a conversation about the meaning of tattoos when I was telling them about Pat's tattoo. Coach asked what my new tattoo meant. So I will tell you all. I got this tattoo to represent. . . . .

A great day at work. (really it is FAKE).