X Marks The Spot Of No Tolerance
(I am working as a waitress in a diner. It’s a Monday and over the weekend I saw my boyfriend’s band perform at a bar. Since I was not 21, the security guard drew Xs on my hands in permanent marker so I wouldn’t drink. I am serving an elderly couple, and the woman suddenly says:)
Elderly Woman: “You should cover those up, dear.”
Me: “What do you mean, ma’am?”
Elderly Woman: “Those tattoos! They look like gang tattoos!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but these are just permanent marker. I went to a bar to see a band perform and since I’m underage, I had to get these so the bartender wouldn’t serve me.”
Elderly Woman: “I don’t believe you. I want to see your manager!”
(I get my manager, who was also at the show and saw me there.)
Me: “What seems to be the problem, ma’am?”
Elderly Woman: “This girl has gang tattoos on her hands! You should fire her immediately!”
Manager: “[My Name] has worked here for over a year. I know she’s not in a gang, and I saw her at the concert where she got these Xs.”
Elderly Woman: “I still don’t like them! They make me uncomfortable!”
Me: “If it would make you feel better, ma’am, I can go to the bathroom and scrub my hands until the Xs are gone.”
Elderly Woman: “They won’t be gone, because they’re tattoos!”
(I go to the bathroom and scrub my hands for a good ten minutes until the marker has more or less faded, and my hands are red and raw. I go back to the elderly couple’s table and show the woman my hands.)
Me: “You see, ma’am? It was just permanent marker.”
(The woman just huffs and asks for the check. Before they leave, her husband says to me:)
Elderly Man: “I’m so sorry about her. She’s been this cranky since I met her.”
(He gave me a tip. I haven’t seen the couple since, and now that I’m over 21, I don’t have to worry about my supposed “gang tattoos” anymore.)