Needless to say this is a fictitious story

After long time, spring sprung and I took my black sleeveless from closet. I laundered and press it Sunday night to be ready for nice Monday weather. I went to work in happy mood. My colleague, Laura pissed me off when she asked me, “Bubly what tattoo you had in your arm that you took away so roughly. I was amazed by her comments. I tried to explain her that it was scar from vaccine that I had when I was little kid. She did not agree and keep bothering me in my launch hour. I was fed up by her discussion as I told; OK I wrote “F words” in my language when I was young. I was broke too so I took it off roughly. She believed in my story than in reality. Who cares when she that seven  visible tattoo? She told she had few more but she can’t show. What a girl ahhh

I went to coffee in afternoon as caffeine had to kick by then. In cafeteria, I met project coordinator, Bernard. He is tall, white,and handsome. For some reason, he always dressed up so well that people though he is the boss of this office. Al least janitor believed he was until real boss showed up. He says, “Hello Bubly.” I thought “isn’t this awesome that you are saying hello before I said t, God I need do my hair every day.” But I replied “Hey Bernard, How are you?”  He replied casually. As we both waiting for our coffee he looks at my arms in nasty way. I was almost nervous and he realized that right away. He said, “Your scar is bigger than usual.” Again my old ugly scar came up. I replied” ahh oh yeah, I had tattoo that I hated so bad. I took it off and a scar is still here.” He laughed and told me he knew it was from vaccine.

Aftermath: Be careful whom you talking with.