This morning I was in a Hallmark store waiting for a gift to be wrapped, so I just stood to the side and let other customers go to the next register.
There was a man with a cane standing next to me, probably in his 60s or 70s. I had my left arm resting over my bag at the counter and he said, “That’s nice,” as he pointed to my left arm.
“Oh, thank you!” I said, assuming he was talking about my wedding band.
“How many do you have?” he asked.
“Husbands?!” I asked, with a smile on my face.
He looked baffled as I was, as he was referring to the tattoo on my wrist — not my wedding band.