In doing so, my shirt lifted just enough to show part of the hand print tattoo on my right hip. A coworker was standing just behind me, and on my right side. They caught a glimpse of the tattoo and said "um, what the hell was that."
"A tattoo. Of a hand."
"Seriously? That's interesting placement"
"Yep, like an instruction manual is the joke I generally get"
Other coworker "wait, you have a hand print, on your hip, that looks like its gripping you?"
First coworker "Please don't tell us there's an 'insert here' tramp stamp... Step right up!"
Que carnival music and a highly inappropriate dance jig.
So many great memories involve carnival music, and that my friends speaks volumes.
My magical life keeps getting better...
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