I am so damned unique already that people recognize me with no help at all. I especially like a clean slate on young ladies.
A short story from my USN days. Sailor in the bar sides up and bets me a beer "that I have your name tattooed on my arm." On his hand and wrist one can see things like Bob, Tom, Ray, etc. One takes on the bet and he rolls up his sleeve to reveal "Your Name" in nice sharp letters. As long as new troops moved in, I suspect he never paid for his own beer.
