The other day, Bekki and I went to the first of three scheduled classes offered by our local hospital. The first class is about pregnancy. The second class is about childcare. And the third class is about breast feeding. I'm planning on attending the third in the hopes that I get to see some awesome pregnancy boob.
Breasts aside, the classes also offer a great opportunity to network with other first time parents. There was one couple in particular that really made an impression on me. The girl was somewhat average looking. She wasn't really someone that stuck out in a crowd. The man with her, however, was just the opposite. Apart from the generic Ed Hardy shirt and NY baseball cap turned sideways, this fella had one fashion accessory that did stand out- a tattoo on his face.
I'm not sure what exactly drives a person to get a tattoo on their face. The only people I've seen with tattoos on their faces were either in some sort of gang or they were Mike Tyson. So I'll assume that the prerequisite for getting a tattoo on your face is being crazy. I'll also venture as far to say that the desired outcome is to be forever unemployable.
And for the brief moment that I was wrapped in the warm embrace of stereotyping, I thought to myself that at least I now knew that I'd be a better father than two people in this world- Scott Stapp from Creed and the guy with the tattoo on his face. But as I thought about it more, perhaps he was the most conservative and family oriented man there. Tattoos are, however, a tradition that stretches back hundreds of years. So I suppose my hat's off to you, tattooed face guy, for having the courage to wear a tattoo on your face. Oh, and for the courage to wear an Ed Hardy shirt in public.