Worst Tattoo Ever, and Bad Facial Hair

At Peter's recorder concert last night, Kathy and I indulged in a favorite hobby: being absolutely SHOCKED at some of the people who inhabit this world. Now, neither of us are perfect, and we're well aware of that. But we're usually well-groomed, and try not to wear/do things that will bring ridicule to ourselves or our family.

Not so with all people.

First there was the lady who had, quite possibly, the Worst Tattoo Ever. It was on the outside of her ankle, and we couldn't decide if it was a manatee or a winged pig flying. Now, I'm all in favor of funny tattoos (my latest idea is if I ever get one, I'll get a young tendrill of kudzu on the inside of my ankle), so the notion of a flying pig amuses me. But, whether it was a pig or a manatee, it was mainly just an outline, with no color or anything. Not attractive (my kudzu tendril, should I ever get it, will be pretty and in bloom!)

Then there was the man sitting next to me. At first glance, he seemed fine....until I noticed that HIS NOSE HAIR WAS GROWING OUT AND MINGLING WITH HIS MUSTACHE!!!! EEEW! Yucko. Bad grooming.

Aside: When I announced that if I ever got a tattoo it would be a kudzu tendril, my Dad told Peter that if I do, he (Peter) and Grace should sneak into my room at night with permanent markers and gradually "grow" then tendrill up my leg! Dad's getting funny in his old age!