Do you think she was trying to pick me up?

Today Ms. S and I went to the fabulous Olympus Korean Spa (the Tacoma location) and soaked and sweated and had our dead skin scrubbed away by a Korean gal wearing demonically abrasive green mitts. I found my scrub mildly embarrassing--they really go to town with those mitts, and my scrubber was actually flinging around little clumps of soggy dead skin.

Anyway, pre-scrub I was soaking in the mineral pool and this woman came in, asked me about my tattoo, then lamented the fact that Olympus doesn't have a motel attached. I said something like "I was just happy to see they had a restaurant." We engaged in a little bit more lame chit-chat, then she got out of the pool, revealing a not-very-well-executed tattoo of a split-tailed mermaid/siren thingy on her lower back with the tails uncurled and and spread on either side of her (the woman's) ass crack. The mermaid in the tattoo was also wearing a woman-symbol necklace. Just to avoid any confusion.

(And for more on the mermaid, siren, sheela-na-gig, and the Starbucks logo, see this and this.