Karma With Intent
"I wonder what they would do if I rolled in there with my walker and demanded a tattoo on my rump.”
“Oh Claire, you are such a card. I suspect they would call ….” Nadine stopped and stirred her chili. “They would think you had lost it.”
"Nadine, they put a tat on an eighteen year old, why wouldn’t they put one on an octogenarian.”
“Oh my, first blonde tint, now you are doing all that ‘jive’ talk, tat, good lord. My dad told my brother when he went to fight in World War II, “Don’t you come home with a tattoo or foreign woman.”
“Wasn’t your sister-in-law from Germany?”
“Leroy didn’t get a tattoo. My son, Jerry hates tattoos more than Leroy and dad put together. It must be in the blood.”
A thin man with inch wide stretchers in his ear lobes, hipster jeans, and worn black Metallica t-shirt enters.
"You know who he is Claire?"
"He does look familiar."
"It’s Kenny Alvarado."
“How could I forget him and all those aggravating parent conferences with his mother Jeannette."
Kenny Alvarado gives a polite nod to Claire and Nadine as he approaches the lunch counter.
The lunch counter manager says, “How’s business?”
Kenny shrugs, “I just finished working on this smelly and I mean smelly dude today. Tattoed his girlfriend’s name on his chest. Imagine someone wanting to be in the same room with that smell. Boss says, he don’t care if an old dude with a smelly diaper wants a rose on his ass. Business is slow.”
“Gotta make hay while the sun shines.” Intones a man sitting next to Nadine.
"Hmmm, I think I’ll have a piece of cheesecake Claire."
"I thought it gave you gas Nadine."
"So does chili. Today is the day I get a tattoo from Kenny. I want my son Jerry to tell Kenny what he thinks about my tattoo."