At a function we were sat with a couple we didn't know. The conversation went very well, we had our starters. Then the question of tattoos came up, and we all agreed that they are not a great idea, generally. In fact, we had found common ground on everything so far.
The man recalled how as a young man in the 1980s he twice in successive years had stood outside a tattoo parlour but chickened out from getting the tattoo he really wanted on his chest. The tattoo he really wanted was of a German eagle with a swastika...
The guy, otherwise perfectly nice, didn't offer any "ah, the stupidity of youth" caveat either. Maybe he thought no explanation was necessary because it is obvious that it was a stupid thing, or he still likes Nazis, or he thought that we are kindred spirits (though why would a mixed couple admire Nazism?).
I am rather good at navigating awkward conversations with causing least confrontation or embarrassment at such functions, but this was a total WTF moment.
In the event I pretended he didn't say swastika but Daffy Duck or something, and carried on the small talk. But we didn't swap phone numbers with them.
The man recalled how as a young man in the 1980s he twice in successive years had stood outside a tattoo parlour but chickened out from getting the tattoo he really wanted on his chest. The tattoo he really wanted was of a German eagle with a swastika...
The guy, otherwise perfectly nice, didn't offer any "ah, the stupidity of youth" caveat either. Maybe he thought no explanation was necessary because it is obvious that it was a stupid thing, or he still likes Nazis, or he thought that we are kindred spirits (though why would a mixed couple admire Nazism?).
I am rather good at navigating awkward conversations with causing least confrontation or embarrassment at such functions, but this was a total WTF moment.
In the event I pretended he didn't say swastika but Daffy Duck or something, and carried on the small talk. But we didn't swap phone numbers with them.
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