Overhearing a conversation has two universal truths. The first is that you can’t ‘un-hear’ it. The second, is that shy of sticking your fingers in your ears, you can’t keep yourself from hearing it in the first place.
Bottom line—you’re stuck. Tonight at dinner, I was sitting in a booth and there were two women sitting in the booth next to me. I could only see their heads, as the rest of their bodies were concealed by the high-backed divider between the tables
I could tell by the way they were talking, that they had known each other for a long time, but hadn’t seen each other for awhile.
What follows is what I overheard—
Lady 1: “I decided to get another tattoo.”
Lady 2: “Another one? You already have so many!”
Lady 1: “I know, and my tattoo artist tried to talk me out of it. I told her what I wanted, and she asked me if I was sure. I assured her that
I had given it plenty of thought.”
Lady 2: “Why didn’t she want you to get it?”
Lady 1: She said that the best tattoos, in her opinion, are the ones that have personal meaning. She was worried that I’d regret it.”
Lady 2: “Regret it? What did you want?”
Lady 1: “The Incredible Hulk.”
Lady 2: “The Hulk?”
Lady 1: “Yeah—the big green guy!”
Lady 2: “I know who the Hulk is! Are you joking?”
Lady 1: “Nope.”
Lady 2: “Where?”
Lady 1: “My thigh. It covers the entire upper part of my leg.”
Lady 2: “Are you kidding?”
Lady 1: “I’ve always loved the Hulk—you know that!”
Lady 2: “Now I know that you’re shittin’ me!”
I actually snorted. I was so completely engrossed in their conversation, and I really couldn’t tell if the woman was teasing.
Lady 1: “I’m not shittin’ you! Do you want to see it?”
She stood up next to the table, and all I could see was that she had a skirt on. She slid the bottom of her skirt up her leg, and I strained to see around the booth.
Lady 2: “Shit! It’s huge!”
Lady 1: “Yup—and I love it!”
Never in my life have I wanted to see something so badly. A full thigh-sized Incredible Hulk tattoo—and I missed it!
