I'm in Minneapolis for work, and was in a cab tonight, headed back to the hotel after dinner.
My fellow vinyl loving friend and co-worker Michael made note that he thought that the cab driver had a tattoo of one of those old 45 adapters. After taking a closer stealth look, he determined that that wasn't the case.
We talked about what a cool and random tattoo that would be for someone to get.
And then, as we were arriving at our destination, Michael took another look and determined that indeed, it was a tattoo of a 45 adapter, which the driver, having overheard our conversation at this point, confirmed.
As I was exiting the cab, I had to ask the question:
"What made you get that tattoo?"
"I love vinyl records," he replied.
Sometimes, it really is that simple.
It is a tattoo that would be perplexing to the 98% of the population that wouldn't recognize it - yet if I had that tattoo, it would be those 2% that DID recognize it, that I would be proud to call my friends.