Ya don't say?!

While I was waiting in the tattoo studio on Saturday afternoon, idly flicking through some of the piles of body art magazines, a young girl of 19 or 20 or so was also waiting for attention, leafing equally idly through the catalogues of tattoo designs on the walls. She'd been there a little while when the guy at reception called out "pierced septum?" I winced at this prospect - who the hell wants their septum pierced, for God's sake? - and she trotted off to meet the piercer. A few minutes later she rematerialised sporting a neat little silver bar through the bottom of her nose and chatted chirpily for a minute with the dude at reception before making to leave and meeting her friend who'd been waiting for her, who raised her eyebrows as if to enquire "Well?" The girl informed her "He says it'll be wonky for about six weeks, but it'll straighten up after that". To my considerable amusement there was a beat before she rather deliberately appended, as if after careful consideration, "That. Really. Fucking. Hurt."