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Reminds me of of a story ...
I was sitting in the Greater Cincinnati International Airport years ago with my daughter, then 5 years old. I had bought her a set of markers and some paper for the trip to Dallas. As we waited she began to write her name on all her belongings. When that was done she bagan to write her name on each leg, her arms, hands, etc. I was just watching and shaking my head.
A woman next to me had an obvious look of contempt on her face as it was clear she thought I was a poor excuse for a dad who would let his kid write all over herself like that.
Finally this woman had had enough and asked if I going to stop the child.
I said, "No, not at all. I always have her label her body parts when we fly."
That ended the conversation right then and there.
As for tats, not for me. They make no practical or tactical sense.
But there is something about a tramp stamp peeking over a pair of cut-offs ......
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