Not a big fan of tattoes myself, each to their own. (I am sure not everybody like my hair or my jeans
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A few years ago, at a religious occasion family party, the door bell rang. It was midnight. I went out, to find the front door open, and a man with several visible tattoos, piercings, wearing leather clothing, and sporting a mohican hairstyle. Most curiously, he held my ex brother in laws new wife's son on his arm. I was rather gobsmacked!
Turns out he was having a fag outside his flat, a few minutes walk away from my dads house, when he saw the toddler walking across the car park, aiming for the busy main road.
The child did not know where he was, naturally, nor where he was going or where he had been. But the man picked the child up, headed in the direction the child came from, saw the open front door and put two and two together. Mum had not noticed he had escaped the travel cot.
The man seemed reluctant to leave, quizzing us hard on how he could have escaped. Did not want to leave until he was satisfied that there was nothing weird going all.
We were all a bunch of strangers in suits and dresses. I think he might in fact have called the police if he had smelled alcohol on any of us!
Not sure who was the most fit parent here, the mum, a nurse, wearing her Sunday best who failed to notice her escape artist, or the pierced tattoed "goth" who did his best to ensure the child was safe. And it honestly does not matter whether we wear silk or tattoes.