Bus Conversation

On the bus heading home from South Congress last Thursday, a young heavily-tattooed man takes the seat across from me.

Tattoo:  With those boots you're lettin everyone know you're from Texas.

Me:  Funny thing is, I'm not from Texas.

Tattoo:  Oh yeah?  Tennessee.

Me:  Nope.

Tattoo:  South Carolina.

Me:  Nope.

Tattoo:  I know, North Carolina.

Me:  Nope.

Tattoo:  Well then where in the hell are you from.

Me:  New York.

Tattoo:  New York!  Well if you ever want to get inked come to my shop, it's called Between the Lines.

Me:  Ok, thank you.

Tattoo:  You know, if you've had a few shots of Patron and you want a little butterfly tattoo.