I've been asked. I met the owner of the tattooed foot at the airport. She and her sister were waiting for their mom. I was waiting for my son. I had to ask if I could take a picture. She was very pleased. It is a beautiful tattoo. Her pink flip-flop and tan foot enhanced it's presence. It really didn't hurt very much, she said.
So, no it isn't my tattoo. Or my foot.
Where have you been waiting?