This weekend, my daughter and I went shopping at a store I’d worked at when I was in college. When we checked out, I couldn’t help but notice the boy working the register had tattoos covering his forearms.
“Jeez,” I remarked to my daughter. “When I worked here, they made me cover my tattoos.”
“Oh, I would never let them do that,” said the eavesdropping clerk. “That’s a violation of your first amendment rights!”
“Uh, not really,” I said.