John had bought a drumstick ice cream and had finished eating it. We were driving back to the barn from the hardware store where we had gotten some fencing wire to baby-proof the paddock. He was fooling with the wrapper while we were sitting at a light and he gestured to the UPC code on the wrapper said, “If you went to a tattoo parlor and had this tattooed on the back of your neck, do you think it’d scan?”
Yes, John. But not if it was on your butt. Remember that.