Tattoo or not tattoo?

That is the question.
There we sat, in one of our many "favourite" watering holes, (They do a great all-day breakfast) when a small group of the female persuasion got up to leave.

One in particular looked as if she might be an escapee from a tiny, old-fashioned circus. "Step right up ladies and Gentlebods and see the amazing tattooed lady!"

"Wonder what she'll look like at eighty?"

Both arms, from wrist to sleeve, were similarly adorned. Closer scrutiny revealed ...... that which at first appeared to be a bracelet was, in fact, the bottom of the sleeve of another garment bearing tattoo-like patterns.

Shucks! Suckered again.