sweet ink.

The other day, I'd been standing for a good 75% of the ride to work on the F train, when a seat freed up and I was able to rest my bootie (and my plethora of bags) for a few stops. As soon as I sat down, the woman next to me, a lady who was maybe in her 40s or 50s, and perhaps of Indian or Pakistani descent, said, "I'm so glad you sat down. I've been wanting to ask you where you get your tattoos done since I saw you get on the train!" What a nice surprise. Our exchange added a little sparkle to my otherwise ho-hum AM ride. She told me she'd wanted to get something done, and thought my arms were just beautiful. Way to make me blush, fellow commuter lady! Anyhow, she asked me if I had Alex's information on me, which I didn't, but then she gave me her email address and phone number so I could send it to her.

I emailed her the next morning with the info about Three Kings, but didn't get a response. I hoped I'd gotten her email address right, because some of the characters in her handwriting were a little ambiguous. And I thought it would be weird to call. Anyhow, I saw her a few days later on the train, but was too far away to ask her if she'd received my email. Oh well. I hope she did and ends up getting some sweet ink.