So I'm working at the library yesterday, and I look up from the circulation desk and see this man at the copy machine--directly in front of us.
First I notice the back of his black T-shirt which reads: I Already Hate You
Then I noticed his right arm was fully tattooed, colorful swirly patterns--red, orange, green, blue--from upper arm to wrist.
My co-worker thought he might be having trouble with the machine so she swung around front to offer assistance and when he angled to speak with her, I noticed his face was tattooed in those same brightly colored, swirly patterns. Co-worker noticed too, obviously. When she returned behind the desk we acknowledged each other with subtly raised brows, a silent, "Wow." I mean we're talking a fully tattooed face. All over. Like a tribal mask. I've never seen anything like it and I've seen a lot of brow-raising things.
First I thought, "Jeez." Then I thought, "Ouch." I mean that had to hurt, right? Then I thought, "It's very well done, arty, kind of sexy." (That tribal thing.) But then, "You're going to have to look at that in the mirror for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE." Me, I like to change up my make-up and hair color (as you know) now and then. Stuck with one dramatic look all the time? No, thank you.
Anyhoo, I told myself not to stare. Human art or no, it's rude to stare. So I averted my gaze and, in the process, noticed the rip in his jeans. The really big rip in the seat of his faded, baggy denims that revealed his right butt cheek! Thank God he was wearing underwear. White briefs. But still, you know, I really didn't need to see that. My co-worker saw too. Another united quirk of the brow. What the heck? I mean who walks around with thier underwear showing? And I'm not talking about the way the kids wear their pants low on their hips revealing the the top quarter of thier 'shorts'. I'm talking the entire right rear section and if he moved just so you could probably see more. No! I did not see more! Didn't want to. Thank you very much.
From the description, you may be thinking that said man had to be in his teens or twenties. He looked, in fact, to be in his early fifties. I'm not sure what I expected when he came up to the desk to pay for his copies. I mean his T-shirt did say: I Already Hate You. Turns out he was extremely nice. Soft-spoken and polite.
When he walked away I couldn't help wondering, what's his story?
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