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My mother told me a story about the first time my father came to the house to take her out on a date. My mom’s older brother answered the door. He looked my dad up and down, and noticed that he was wearing white socks. He sent him away, saying that she was too classy a girl to be taken out by a man wearing white socks. If he wanted to go on a date with my mom, he had to show some respect and come back wearing black socks…
—Scott Campbell, Tattoo Artist
