But there I was, staring at a man who had the word 'LOVE' tattooed across his upper fingers, you know, like Jake and Elwood have their names on their fingers. Worse, he then said hello to a young couple who were sitting in front of me, and patted their son on the head. Now I know pre-judging people isn't the best idea, but tell me, would you really allow a man with the word love tattooed across his fingers to go near, let alone touch, your son? What parents these people are.
Exactly. The very notion of such a thing occuring is disturbing in the extreme.
What is really interesting though was his other hand. Now I didn't get a good look at it - partly because he was rather large and thus the majority of his arm was obscurred from my view, and partly because he looked like a member of Combat 18 - but I could have sworn I saw something on it. Maybe my eyes were deceiving me, but given that there indeed exists a man with the word love tattooed across his fingers, and that I have encountered such a man, would it be too much to assume that the mystery mark on his other hand was, in fact, the word hate?
I don't know, but quite frankly I wouldn't say the notion is completely devoid of merit.
Indeed then, I find myself on something of a quest. But it is a dangerous quest, to be sure. Do I dare risk another encounter with a man who has a burning need to confirm to the silliest tattoo stereotype there is? I mean, I don't think I'd be reacting like this even if he had an anchor on his right upper arm, or worse, a heart displaying the words Mum. Such an encounter would likely be severely damaging to my perhaps already deteriorating mental health, yet I feel compelled to know if he indeed has the word hate drunkenly scrawled across his other hand.
Perhaps I am being to harsh. Perhaps the young couple and the tattooed man are old friends. Perhaps he is one of their brothers. Clearly, short of being a paedophile, the man is kind to children.
In any case, if I see him again, it will be too soon.
It seems my little quest has come to an end, as the other week I saw the dude again, and lo and behold, what was written on his other hand? Hate, that's what. yet again, I feel I must express amazement that people like this really exist. I doubt I would be this suprised if Bigfoot walked into the room and asked if I could drop him off at the Henderson's.
anyway not much else to say, unless I want to start repeating myself. I am now on a quest to find someone with an eye patch, anchor tatoo and peg leg.