Do you have a friend who reads signs out loud when you're in the car? I do. Probably most of us do. Most people read t-shirts too, although I often don't. But I do read tattoos.
That's where I got in trouble. I was trying to read a tattoo.
In my defense, it was on his arm, and he was wearing short sleeves so the ink was visible. Short sleeves on a cold day -- I assumed that he wanted it to be read.
Silly, silly auntie.
"Sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked with a smile. "I was trying to read your arm and I got distracted."
Two things happened. First, he twisted around to try to see the back of his own upper arm. Of course he couldn't, not without a mirror. Besides, he should know what it looks like.
Second, he got annoyed. Not that I hadn't been listening, but that I presumed to invade his privacy by looking at his arm.
I assure you, my darlings, your auntie was not being nosy or lascivious. If anything, I was politely respecting the fact that he cared so much about whatever the tattoo signified that he put it on public display. So I asked about it.
"That's personal!" he snapped.
So today's moral is this: Just because someone goes out of their way to put something in front of your face, that doesn't necessarily mean that they want you to look at it.
No, I don't get it either.