Tattoo trouble

For the very first time since having my skin colored at the Meeting of the Marked convention in 1993, my tattoo has caused me trouble.
On Thursday, I decided to get off my lazy butt and join the Tokyo Dome Fitness Club. I took the tour and was filling in the application when an employee came over and waved some sheets of paper at the woman who was helping me. A conversation ensued–the rules, look at her arm, we can’t!
And I was turned away. “I’m very sorry, but our rules say no tattoos. And it’s the rule, so I’m sorry. There’s really no excuse but it’s the rule. It’s Japan, you know. Very sorry.”
So I seek a more tolerant gym. Maybe I will be working out and swimming with the four-fingered crowd. That’s OK by me, I just have to find them.