“Enjoy your weekend!” the masked lady behind the plexiglass screen at the Dollar General store suggested on Friday, as I grabbed my yellow plastic bag of newly bought essentials (protein bars and Keurig coffee pods) and headed for the door.

I used to think nothing said “don’t hire me” like a well-crafted, highly visible neck tattoo. But now it looks like the eyes may have it — “it” being the low-water mark for bad taste in presenting oneself to the world through the application of indelible ink.