Because my audience was TOTALLY unappreciative of my willing self-mockery:
Scene: We pull up to a stoplight. It’s hot. It’s sunny, my window is down. I have my shades on and my Pirate tattoo blazin’ on my bicep. To my right is a young fellow on a motorcycle with his “Lower Back” tattoo peeking out.
I catch his eye, flex my arm and say just before we pull away, “I have a tattoo, too.”