ummm. . . .

setting: in line at the cardinal liquor store. young sexy girl (me) lifts a 6 pack of orangey bottled beer and 6 pack of high life on counter. non-english speaking new employee who doesn't recognize our heroine asks for her identification and begins ringing her up. old friendly looking man with silver mustache and trucker's cap stands behind sexy girl in line.

old friendly looking man: "them new?"
young sexy girl: "huh?:
oflm: "tattoos, on yer feet"
ysg: "oh, no" (awkward chuckle, turns away to pay with credit card)
oflm: "say, what's that one?"
ysg: "what's that?"
oflm: "the black thingies on yer foot, what is that?"
ysg: "oh, umm, a cat skull."
oflm: (blank look at ysg) "what's below it der?"
ysg: (awkward smile) "crossbones, a cat skull with crossbones"
oflm: (blank confused stare, no response)
ysg: (turns away, signs credit card receipt and runs away)

yap, this about sums up my social interaction for the day.