This happened to me yesterday, thought I would share with you. I was leaving a doc appt, heading through the parking lot to my truck. This was in a medical campus of sorts, and was very confusing to navigate. I had been someone lost in the same plaza just an hour before. That is why I got there early. Anyhow, this lady asks me which huge soulless building is 15753, as they weren’t even labeled well.
Having been in this stupid plaza much more than once, I had a good idea which building she was looking for. I pointed that way. “That way?” she asked… pointing to the wrong building. So, I kinda stuck my head in her car, to help orient her correctly. “No ma’am, I think it is that one, there on the left.” I am a nice guy, i swear. Well, she might not think so.
This lady was like a 50 year old-ish mom. Total suburban stereotype. The kind of nice lady you would cast in a commercial for some weird medicine. She was wearing something sleeveless, so I saw her tattoo. It was this, a ‘dancing bear’. This is an instant icon she is of the tribe… a Deadhead. There is no mistaking this icon. It means absolutely nothing else. This brief conversation happens >
Oh, your a Deadhead, too?
Huh? She replied
Your tattoo, the dancing bear. You know, its a reference to ‘Bear’, Owsley. The great pioneer of all LSD, and benefactor to the band!
In retrospect, it was a little weird I went into such detail. But, I was genuinely excited to see another person who (like me) appeared to be a ‘square’.
No. Um, never heard of that. It’s for my son, Jesse – she said, kinda getting sad and puzzled at the same time.
VERY quickly I surmised she was not into the Grateful Dead. It could only mean this tattoo was a tribute to a dead son, who probably was a Deadhead. I could truly tell in about 3 seconds that she was piecing together that her very permanent and visible tattoo didn’t represent the love of a perfect and caring mother, but instead she had inked a monument to LSD on her arm for life.
Sorry about that lady. Good luck at your appointment.