The very first time I visited L.A. to see my son, we were standing in line somewhere (can't recall where) and there was a mother and daughter behind us. The conversation went something like this:

Daughter: I don't want a tatoo!
Mother: Well, you're getting one.
Daughter: I think they're ugly.
Mother: You're still getting one. And where people can see it. I want you to get it on your ankle. (Ouch!)

And it went on this way the entire time we were in line. At first, I thought it was a gag of some sort and I whispered to my son "Is this for real, ya think?" He said "I was wondering the same thing." If anything, I thought the daughter would be arguing that she wanted a tat and her mother would be arguing against it. I didn't have the guts to butt in because it really wasn't any of our business but they talked about it loud enough for us to hear so maybe they wouldn't have minded but I just didn't want to start something. They both were clearly agitated.