Me: (collapsing into the massage chair) Is it okay if I hang out here for a while?

Clerk: Yeah, sure.

A half hour later, browsing the supplement aisle.

Clerk: (holding a white slip of paper) Hey, this came for you.

Me: What?

Clerk: It's your bill. From the chair.

Me: (blinking) What?

Clerk: I'm messing with you.

Me: Hahaha, that was awesome.

Clerk: Thanks.

Me: You have a neck tattoo.

Clerk: Yeah.

Me: Why do you have a neck tattoo?

Clerk: I dunno, I was younger.

Me: What does it say?

Clerk: Jose. That's my name.

Me: Maybe I'll get a neck tattoo that says Jose.

Clerk: Yeah, except it's spelled H-O-E-Z-A-Y.

Me: Hoezay?

Clerk: Yeah?

Me: I'm really glad we had this conversation.