This afternoon I got a henna tattoo on my hand. Thinking ahead to tonight's gig with my band, I asked her to draw a skull with something swirly around it:
A little girl saw it and said it was scary, but to be fair, I don't know for sure whether she meant the design or my wrinkled and wizened hand. Perhaps both.
Of course, once the skull design was a fait accompli, I remembered that I work a corporate job in an office when I'm not cavorting around on stage. No one would blink an eye at a skull pattern on my mic hand. A skull on my mouse hand? Well, at least I've been there long enough that they know me by now.