Last night, I was at the Cleveland Bradley County Library for a school function. At some point, I had to run to my car to grab something I had forgotten. For much of my walk through the library, I was directly behind a guy with a tattoo on his neck. The tattoo was a single word: “Lisette.”
Obviously, this was someone he had great affection for. And by the time we reached the exit, I decided to find about her. Guess it was the writer in me.
“Lisette on your neck,” I said, as he kept walking. “Must be a special lady.”
He turned and looked at me with a smirk.
“Your wife, I guess? Or,” I ventured, “your daughter?”
“She’s gone now,” he answered, as we went our separate ways. Three steps later: “My ex-wife.”
Which brought me to think of a few things.
1. That was awkward.
2. That probably happens a lot.
3. Having a tattoo on the back of your neck is equivalent to a bumper sticker that reads, “Ask me about my grandchildren.”
4. Or in the words of Social Distortion, “He’s gonna get his girlfriend’s name tattooed on his neck / And he’ll hope he never never lives to regret…”
nice job, DB. and and even nicer job by tattoo guy.
I think I should have felt bad, but I laughed as soon as I got in the car. Chalk one up for the tattoos-are-a-bad-idea people.