Well done, green line. I just don't know what to say

Today's pictures are courtesy of my dear friend who also just happens to be a green line regular. For those of you outside of Boston, the green line is akin to the inner circle of hell when it comes to public transit. The trains are slow, out-dated, crowded and full of Red Sox fans. And now I've learned that it's also a great place to find some awful tattoos.

I was away last weekend and seriously concerned that I wouldn't have sufficient blog material this week because Philadelphia has not quite embraced the calf tattoo like Boston has. Then, I just happened to receive this picture from one of my amazing friends, who not only enables my calf tattoo obsession,  but she also seems to think my stories about them are funny. I'm truly blessed, y'all! Thanks, Cindy. I couldn't have put today's post together without your eagle eye. This is some serious stealth work.

Alright, alright. So it's not a calf tat per se, but it's an ankle tattoo. On a guy!  Don't let the lack of leg hair fool you. 

There is just so much going on in that picture! That sexy ankle belongs to a guy with no leg hair, no pinky toe nail, Croc flip flops and he rides the Green line? Apparently, I take the wrong T line, because the red line never has stuff like this. I just don't even know what to say. This kind of discovery just makes me giddy.

Normally, I would say something about the actual tattoo. When I first saw this picture, I thought it was a whitewashed version of Peter, the main character from The Snowy Day. Although, upon closer inspection it could be some bastardized Dr. Seuss character. In my mind, I was already putting together a mental blog post about the dangers of having a confusing tattoo. Then I received this follow up picture:

My reaction? Let's just say it's pretty much like I was Josh Baskin sitting in the board room in Big when they're pitching the skyscraper that turns into a robot.





I just don't get it.  What can I even say? Just when I think I can say something about the actual tattoo, I get that picture. There's nothing to say about a guy that wears something like that in public, other than 'of course he has an ankle tattoo.'

Now, now. I don't want anyone thinking I am unappreciative of those two messages. Quite the opposite. They were hilarious and actually made me LOL (note the Kanye caps).  I will always be grateful to my friend for sending me this hot mess.  I gladly welcome any pictures of calf tats in their natural environment. And if you can manage to say something brilliant like, 'Yes, this is a man with an ankle tattoo', I am sure I can manage to blog about it. So please, keep those pictures coming.