This is a classic Phil Factor from 2011 but is still one of my wife’s favorites.
No, this is not a male version of the popular novel The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. This is much better than that. It’s my blog where I make fun of stuff. I’m pretty sure nobody had very many laughs reading that dragon tattoo book. The Man with the Scorpion Tattoo also is not a fictional character. The Man with the Scorpion Tattoo is a guy I see at my Starbuck’s almost every morning. To be fair, it’s not really my Starbucks. I am neither owner nor manager, but The Man with the Scorpion Tattoo still shows up there regularly regardless of my lack of affiliation with the place.
The Man with the Scorpion Tattoo is bald. Not old man, male pattern baldness bald, but “I shaved my head so I can look like a bad ass bald.” The Man with the Scorpion Tattoo also has a giant scorpion tattooed on his bald head. A scorpion tattoo that is much larger than any real scorpion. The tattoo stretches from the top of his head, wrapping around the back and down to the top of the neck. Each morning I wonder, what exactly is he trying to tell the world about himself?
Evil. I think having a giant scorpion tattooed on a menacing bald head kind of screams evil. My shamrock tattoo says I’m Irish. His scorpion tattoo says evil. In fact after observing The Man with the Scorpion Tattoo daily for awhile now, I’m pretty sure he is actually Satan. Yup, the real one. Apparently, just like you and me, Satan stops for his Starbucks fix on his way to work every day. Coffee black of course. None of those frou frou girly drinks with whipped cream. He keeps to himself and goes about his business quietly while at Starbucks, but just the same, I’m pretty sure he’s Satan. He makes small talk with the baristas so as not to arouse any suspicion. He tips, but never too much or too little. He always sits alone at the table by the window.
I suppose it’s possible right? I mean, Satan has a job to do every day doesn’t he? If he didn’t show up for work each day encouraging evil, imagine all the police officers, military, and jail staff that would be out of work. Without evil our economy suffers. So like the rest of us, Satans day begins when his alarm goes off. Because he’s evil, he hits snooze. Twice. Then I imagine Satan walking his dog clad in pajama pants and a Motley Crue reunion tour t-shirt. Obviously, he doesn’t pick up the poop in a little bag because of his inherent evil nature. Unlike me, Satan never bothers to iron his shirt for work either. Before leaving for work he grabs his bagged lunch, grumbling over the low carb kick his wife is on, and gives Mrs. Satan a little kiss and let’s her know if he’ll be home late because there’s a need for a little extra unrest in the middle east. Then he hops in the Satan mobile (you would think a red car, but he thinks that’s too flashy and goes with black. Tinted windows of course. Maybe a Mustang.) Then he stops at Starbuck’s to have his coffee and go over his schedule, all the while making a mental note that when he gets some extra time he’ll have to perpetrate some evil on that guy in the suit who stares at him every morning.
Remember the 1995 Joan Osborne song, “What if God Were One of Us?” If God could be one of us, so could Satan. And if Satan had a name, I imagine it wouldn’t be any of those fancy biblical names like Beezlebub or Lucifer. Seriously, how much of a give away would that be? He’d be constantantly hounded by fans and papparazzi. No, I’m pretty sure that if Satan has a name it’s something like Ed. And yes Ms. Osborne, I would call him Ed to his face. I wonder if Ed has a blog…If he does, I’m pretty sure he gets more reads than I got last week because his friends go back to their Facebook page and click on the “Share” button. C’mon people, we can’t let evil win!
The man you’re seeing isn’t Satan
But just a poor imitation
Satan wears Crue shirts for sure
But not from the reunion tour
And the tattoo is in the wrong place
Satan’s got his on his face.
Your ability to rhyme is simply sublime
Some think it a gift, others say acquired by grift. To be able to do what you do is as good as gold, but for this talent did you sell your soul?
Well let’s just say there was an offer
That I once took
and how else do you think I know
How Satan looks?
I think Satan works as a manager at the DMV. He never shows his face no matter how loudly a person asks to talk to a manager. He has his minions do the dirty work. Yes, his name is Ed.
That’s funny. In a TV show called Reaper that ran for about 3 seasons there was a person who had to work for the devil because his parents had sold his soul. One of his contacts for his assignments from the devil was at the DMV
Ha ha ha. Best place to commune with hades.
Once I go bald I am gonna get lots of tattoos of bunny rabbits on my head because from a distance they look like hares lol
This was very funny-I agree with you, it does scream ‘evil’. I mean that is a one should try to avoid. But that picture of the scorpion tattoo was really quite frightening. I mean, why? why? why? I am all about tattoos but to get them on your head, neck and face just makes me think…Uggh.
I’m with you. I like some stylish ink, but will never get any on my head, face or neck.
‘one look you should try to avoid’
I’m with Marissa. I think Satan would wear khakis to blend in. In this scenario, he’s probably the barista. You know what Starbucks spelled backwards is? Skcubrats.Thats gotta mean something sinister. 😜
Skcubrats is maybe the best thing I’ve ever heard.
Literacy at work!