Where's A Camera When You Need It?

But then, what's the use? Can't post photos on this blog. So Knuckles will have to fire up your imagination.

You're standing in line at the grocery store check-out. A stout, middle-aged woman is waiting in front of you. The woman is wearing a sleeveless top. On her ham-sized upper arm is a massive tattoo. The tattoo is of a naked svelte woman reclining in a tropical setting. She is very hot. The tattoo. Not the lady. She doesn't seem the adventurous type that is so alluring to broad-minded Sociology professors and same-sex fetishists. The tattoo is very well done. No prison tatt this.

So there it is. The pudgy lady with her beautiful opposite. Forever. And every year that passes, the difference will be more obvious. Knuckles really didn't know what to think. Felt like Leon in Blade Runner being given the Replicant test:

EXAMINER
The tortoise lays on its back,
its belly baking in the hot sun,
beating its legs trying to turn
itself over. But it can't. Not
without your help. But you're
not helping.

LEON
Whatcha mean, I'm not helping?

EXAMINER
I mean you're not helping!
Why is that, Leon?

What's actually quite troubling recalling this scene is that nowadays we could all think of about half a dozen individuals who seem even less human than Leon.

Anyway, please discuss among yourselves.