Piercing Bug

That's right... I let that darn piercing bug bite me again (quite literally!). I didn't mean to. It was an accident! But I got that tax return that I was going to do big things with. I was going to get glasses! Well, glasses here cost an average of $300. That's just the frames, not counting the eye exam or anything. Also I need to work with my insurance to see what deals I can get. Long story semi-short, no glasses for a while. So what do I have to show for my little money spurt? Nothing. A bit fat lot of nothing. Something had to be done.

Today in the mail, I got a nice little card from my mom with a nice little bit of money in it. I decided to splurge on some Starbucks. On the way to get coffee, I saw a store called Funk That. Classy joint, clearly. They appeared to sell earrings and various other piercing adornments which got my brain a-churning. I had been contemplating getting my cartilage pierced - the cartilage on your ear that is closest to your face. (How's that for poetic imagery?) On the way back from Starbucks, I went in to do some pricing. Note to readers: I was dressed to go to work following my coffee, so I was dressed nicely (L.L.Bean style, cute scarf and all), was holding a mammoth Starbucks cup and am clearly American. I walked into the place and asked if they did cartilage piercings. The guys looked up skeptically and blandly told me yes. How much? Twenty five dollars which equates to less than twenty dollars American. Sold. How long? Ten minutes. So I said, "Yeah, okay. You got an opening now? I have to be at work in half an hour."

Now they call me Starbucks and are evidently my new best friends. I love shaking up people's stereotypes. Plus this is an ear piercing so it's not going to affect any job possibilities. It's cute, it's cheap, it's relatively painless. The random piercing (or bodily harm) bug struck again. And you know what? It does feel good to be a gansta. A piercing gangta.