I went shopping last night for something for Mr A. I was paying for some cologne and waiting for the lady to gift wrap it for me (its his birthday coming up) and I see this rather nice looking guy come in… as I am waiting I notice that this guy is clearly an Arab…

So I watch him smelling fragrance after fragrance… I watch his other half (I am assuming as the wife – lets take a positive approach here people) who looks like a heavily made up Egyptian actress (seriously, I like black liquid eye liner as much as the next ethnic girl but this looked like she was trying to give Amy Winehouse a run for her money!). My theory on them being Arabic is proven correct as I hear him say something to her (in Arabic)

Anyway he is now paying for said cologne and I see on his arm a huge… TATTOO!!

That read: Mahmoud – his name (I knew it was his name as he’s wife/partner had called him that)

I mean really!!

What can I say?

I mean why do you need a tattoo of your name on your forearm?? In case someone thumps you over the head (I was more than bloody tempted) and you get amnesia at least you’ll know what your name is?

Disclaimer: Susi, before you even think about saying that I have a sticker on the back on my car that has my name on it so really I am not one I talk let me advise that this sticker has aided me on many an occasion in finding my car in a crowded car park – that’s my story and I am bloody sticking to it!

Then I start to wonder – what would his mother think? I mean, he has this ‘thing’ on his arm which essentially will be with him forever… of his name…

He should have tattooed “twit” instead.