I couldn't help overhearing a man on a nearby phone call.
"I know it's something you want," he said earnestly, "But I don't think tattoos are a good idea. And the same goes for body piercing. As long as you're living in my house, I think you should respect my wishes."
I was secretly cheering him on for his fatherly firmness.
Then came the 'coup de grace:'
"Besides, Mom, you're 75 years old! You don't need a tattoo!"