I smiled reluctantly. 'Fine.' And inwardly cringed.
I was having my ears pierced - or rather re-pierced - and being watched was the last thing I wanted. It was bad enough sitting in the shop window. (The shop next door was advertising cheap piercings 'but not including genital or nipple piercing'; I really hope they don't do those in the shop window.)
But what do you know? It hardly hurt at all.
Now I have little gold balls in my ears. Except they're plated in something - rhodium or ridium or some such - and look like the little silver balls they used to put on cakes. I never understood why: you couldn't really eat them. Well, you could but they weren't very pleasurable. I'm just hoping my inner fattie doesn't wake up in the night and eat my earrings.