A story of a temper tantrum, by nobody's request

‘Basically, I’m having a private temper tantrum,’ I told the artist. He smiled, and clicked on the screen. ‘You are going to have a classy tattoo.’ ‘Listen,’ I said, ‘I’ve googled these things and I know what they are referred to in the biz; it’s a Geek Tattoo.’ ‘Doesn’t mean it can’t be classy.’ I’m not sure my husband would agree. ‘You are going to pay someone how much so you can be in pain?’ he had said. ‘Pain with a purpose,’ I had said. ‘And I don’t think it will hurt that much.’ It really didn’t. Nor would it...