A New Tattoo
I was both nervous and excited when I walked into the tattoo shop. I had been working extra hours in the tutoring center to save for this, and the moment had finally arrived. Sure, I could have played it safe and asked for a tribal pattern on my upper arm. But I’ve always lived by the mantra, “Go big, or go home.”
“What are we doing today?” the tattooist asked.
“How about x + 6 across my left cheek?” A blank stare. “You know, like from algebra,” I explained.
I got the sense he wanted to ask some follow-up questions… but then decided against it. Instead, he started inking. Twenty minutes later, he held up a mirror so I could see his handiwork.
“You don’t like it, do you?” he asked.
“No, no, I love it!” I said. “What makes you think I don’t like it?”
“I can tell by the expression on your face.”