Sometimes, my life is SO unbelievable...it would make the most amazing screenplay. But, no audience would commit to the "suspension of disbelief" that my reality is, in fact, reality.

May of you have heard about my "Office-like" experience with my boss, it's hard to fathom mow someone so-unintelligent is the president of a company. But, even Michael Scott would not get away with the things my boss does. The audience would turn off their tv's and cry "shark jump."

So, it stands to reason, that everyday activities like getting tattooed would yield similar outrageous experiences as well.

Last night, I was getting work done on my sleeve:


And, across from me, was a man in a full Oakland-fireman's uniform getting a spiderweb tattooed on his arm by Chummy. And, it took a second for me to notice, but the fireman was CRYING! I know getting a tattoo hurts, and the elbow is pretty painful, but DAMN man-up!

Imagine if you will, the biggest, burly man you can think of--who fights FIRE for a living--getting a tattoo and squealing like a little girl and CRYING! All the while, a little, tiny girl is sitting next to you getting a whole sleve worked on and resting peacefully during the entire thing. (You have to turn in your "macho card" at that point.)

To make the scene even better he was off and on his phone the whole time squealing about how he couldn't talk on the phone because he was in too much pain.

Hilarious!

The piece de resistance, his girlfriend came in about the time I got up to take a little break. She looked at my tattoo and looked at the fireman and looked back at my tatoo and said, "Look at her, look at her arm and then look at you. You're crying like a little girl. And, she IS a little girl."

Ha!

Score one for the little guy.

I also got some pretty awesome surprises last night too.

I love geeky gifts, so I was totally stoked to get this in the mail from Sixsixty:



My very own mini companion cube to take with me everywhere I go. WOOT!