Tuesday, March 18, 2014
I was hanging out with a friend over the weekend talking tattoos and health insurance. Specifically about trying to get your health insurance to pay for your tattoo removal once you've met your deductible. I'm at the age where this is what passes for normal conversation. My friend is trying to get a butterfly (or maybe it's a symbol from an indeterminate Asian language) removed from her ankle. The conversation reminded me of the first person I knew who got a tattoo: a 20-year-old manager at my shoe store, who seemed so old and mature at the time. The tattoo of a tree she got on her ankle looked like a mushroom cloud. It said "peace" underneath it. Even then I knew it was pretty bad. I hope she's figured out a way to get insurance to give her a hand.