Hark The Hairy Angels

So there I was. The steaks were ready after having marinated the better part of the day. The Shiner Bock was cold. I had my flip-flops and shorts on and withing a few minutes the savory aroma of grilling meat would be filling my nostrils. I even had the horseshoe poles set up to occupy my time while the steaks cooked.

Did I mention I got an awesome new grill for Father's Day? Actually I got it a week or so before Father's Day but the timing is irrelevant. What's important is that I've been grilling a variety of meat every night since. Steaks, shrimp, chicken, salmon, porkchops, tilapia. And it's all been pretty dang tasty if I do say so myself.

Back to the tale ... The steaks were ready, the beer was cold, the horseshoe battle was ready to commence.

I fired up the grill grabbed my beer and began battling my buddy for horseshoe supremacy while the grill got hot. My new grill has an infrared burner so I only tossed the shoes a couple of times before heading over to toss the meat on.

That's when I discovered I'd committed the ultimate grilling sin. I'd ran out of propane. And yeah I know actual wood and charcoal grilled food tastes better but I love the convenience and speed of gas. Besides a water pan with wood chips can more than compensate for the lost flavor.

This new grill used gas way faster than my old one so I wrongly assumed I was good on propane, but now I had to strike out and buy some gas or face certain starvation. Now the Chevron station I usually go to for propane was already closed so I headed to a different place. While I waited in line I sent a twitter message that read, "Need more propane for my grill. Where's Hank Hill when you need him?"

So imagine my amusement when I stepped up to the counter and read the guy's name badge. Sure enough his last name was Hill. No, not Hank, but I feel certain this propane and propane accessory salesman had to at least be related to the King of The Hill star.

Oh but he fun didn't stop there. While we are walking outside to the large propane tank I notice this guy has a fairly large tattoo covering the back of his calf.

Now I got nothing against tattoos. Someday, when I sell a novel, I'm even going to get one to celebrate the event. But sometimes I look at a tattoo and my first thought is .... what the hell was this guy thinking. My second though was ... Oh, this will make a great blog.

So very inconspicuous I got out my cell phone, lowered it to my side and snapped several shots of the guy's legs. Oh the crap I will do to entertain you people.



The above shot is the best of the lot, but even it does not do the body art justice. Yes that is an angel's bare ass? Why? I don't know. And besides being a tad bit wider than I would imagine an angel's backside to be there was one other thing about the tatt that kind of freaked me out. Sadly that feature did not come through in the photo.

This ink was on a guy's leg. A guy with hairy legs. So covering that angel derriere were lots of curly little black hairs giving her buttocks a very woolly appearance. Now I'm not a big advocate of men shaving their legs but if this fella really wanted a bar butted angel on his calf he could have done a tad of manscaping and at least plucked the hairs sprouting from each of her cheeks.

But don't worry, I got my propane, cooked the steaks, and not even the memory of a hairy-hammed angel was enough to deter my appetite.