My dermatologist, whom I see every December, is a soft-spoken, businesslike man in his middle years. His sole concession to conviviality is usually a Warner Bros. holiday necktie. Today, however, in his usual low-key manner, he asked several questions about what I do for a living. Looking at my back, he said, “What do the debit and credit mean?”
Me: “That’s the basic transaction in accounting. You debit something and credit something else, whenever you do anything.”
He: “And what made you decide to tattoo those on your back?”
Me, honestly: “I love bookkeeping, Doctor. I really, really do.”
I had had some coffee.