This morning, on my delightful bus ride to work, an older gentleman had boarded the bus about 15 minutes into the trip.

He was a cute old man, confused by how the fare machine worked and frustrated that the machine wasn't accepting his money. The bus driver pointed out that he was inserting the money the wrong way and helped the old man get his ticket. After another few seconds of fiddling with his money, the man finally got his ticket.

Walking over to his seat, I was a little worried that the bus was going to start going and he was going to wipe out. His old legs had clearly been through a lot, as it looked like every step he took was an exercise in pain management. Hobbling towards me, I had the urge to get up and help him to his seat, but we had a red light and I didn't think we were going anywhere soon. He finally got to his seat, turned around, and gave me quite the shock.

Peeping through his balding patch of hair was a giant spiderweb tattoo, right at the top of his head.

Cute old man? Sure. Crazy man in his younger days? Most definitely.