I have several tattoos now, but at the time this story took place, I had only one, on my shoulder blade.
My sister and I had gone to the local fair and gotten fakey airbrush tattoos done there. I had something done on my arm. Afterward, we went to a large family BBQ. My aunt P remarked in surprise on the airbrush stenciling and asked if I'd gotten a tattoo. I replied that no, that one was fake. The real one was on my shoulder. She exclaimed, "You LIE!!!" I was like, "Umm...no. The one on my shoulder is real. I've had it for about a year now."
I was wearing a tank top, and she spent the rest of the evening at the BBQ trailing after me, tugging aside my tank top and bra strap and poking and prodding at my shoulder. If I was sitting down, she would sit behind me and start picking and scratching at me. After repeatedly telling her to stop touching me, I decided to leave because it was really getting on my nerves, I don't particularly care for being poked, prodded, picked and scratched, I was rapidly losing my patience and I couldn't think of any other way to get her to stop or to remove myself from the situation without being extremely rude.