At Target today:

Woman stops me in the isle.... "Oh my god! Look at that tattoo!" (Speaking only of the one on my lower arm. Thank God the rest were covered up.) She was loud and making a scene right there in the produce section.

I kept reach for what I was getting off the shelf. I didn't even want to respond to give her the chance to get a better look.

My efforts went unnoticed. She asked "Can I see it?" whilst reaching to gab my arm.

Before I could even answer she's invaded my personal space. At this point I was getting irritated at this strangers interruption of my sammich buying and not even thinking that you probably shouldn't touch a complete stranger without their consent.

I paused.

She asked, "Did you do that up yourself?" Meaning did I design the tattoo because its very simple....a stick figure hugging the sun.

I answer, "No" and turn to walk away.

I'm pretty sure she said that it was pretty or that she liked it or something, but me and my packet of Dijon mustard were outta there.

DON'T.
TOUCH.
ME.

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The MWHHW (man who hates his wife) is sitting within 10 feet of me now. I've heard his chuckle that I'm almost positive is his "work laugh" (don't lie...we all have them), but I've yet to hear any slamming of phones or telling his wife that she shouldn't drive the car because it'd be more trouble for him to pull her out of a well (what?). I guess he'll need a few days to settle into his new cubicle before his wife starts making phone calls.