On the way home from the co-op today, I passed a tattoo and piercing parlor. I walked past, got about ten feet down the block, turned around, and walked inside.
“Hypothetically, how much does it cost for a nose piercing?”
The guy sized me up and replied, “Hypothetically, it’s fifty-five.”
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“Not as much as nipples.”
“Are you busy?”
Five minutes and a world of hurt later, I have an extra hole in my nose. I was actually exaggerating about the world of hurt, it lasted about one-tenth of a second and I didn’t even know the girl was going to do it when she did it so I didn’t have time to notice whether or not it actually hurt. I think I may have gasped but I didn’t cry and I didn’t faint so we considered it a success.