Tastefully tattooed on the inside of the thigh of the Goldilox behind me in line at Walmart. She saw me trying to read it and lifted her leg to make it easier. “Awsome?”
“I’ve seen worse.” I was a lot younger and mostly drunk, but a number worse ones still came to mind.
She frowned at meand I squinted my brain trying to figure out just what the hell “Texas Gals Kick Ass” could be intended to communicate to readers. Luckily the cashier interrupted. “You want the two-year return plan for $5 more?”
Me grabbing for straws welcoming any distraction, “Yeah. Sure.”
A person gets a statement tattooed anywhere there’s bound to be meaning hiding in it. Something intended to happen in the mind of the person who sees it. From now until she’s my age.
Hell, maybe she’s into Kung Fu, or plays soccor. Maybe she’s a wild-burro rider on the rodeo circuit. I was surprised by the ‘gals’ part… wasn’t my impression young women today would sit still for being called gals.
The ‘Texas’ part? I count it a relief.
I honestly don’t like to think about gals outside Texas going around kicking ass, or saying they do. Thinking they do.
Not bad in the thigh department, though.