It was Harley's usual day of actually working at her store - and she had been. Originally. Earlier.

But of course, she'd already been to the tattoo parlor since then.

Where, as the guy had been inking the outline of the pretty mermaid lady's top half onto her arm, to turn the big J into a tail, Harley had experienced something of an epiphany.

Long story short, the mermaid remained an outline with none of the planned shading, when Harley came bursting through the doors of Pick Your Poison: "Pammy!! I figured out what you were talking about!!"

Like three weeks ago. Shut up.