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Jeep drivers have one. Harley riders do too. I think we should have some sorta wave to acknowledge other longhaired men when we're out and about. A way of saying, "I see ya, and I'm with you."
I work as a crossing guard part of the day, and I always wave at the longhairs and they all seem real happy and wave back. What do you all think?
As a side note, there was one guy who i always saw driving with real nice dreaddies. Until one day he came through with a shaved head. I still wave, and he waves back, but he always subconsiously rubs his head. Do you think he regretts it?
Lets try and start something
Evan
hmmmmm...have no idea how longhairs would react to a wave...
all I know is that when I walked around a corner...
another longhair (who was talking to a shorthair) STOPPED his
conversation and looked up at me as i walked on by...
I guess people notice when you are in their "club"
I notice it, personally. I mean, if I see another longhair, I can sense them staring at me, and I always stare back, if only for a moment. It's like the classic Keanau Reeves "Whooaa".
I agree there should be SOME kind of creed or guild or something.. I mean, personally I'm sick of getting a bad rap just for having long locks. Despite the hippies of the 70's, why can't people realize that image has nothing to do with drugs or violence? I hate being judged by everyone.
I know what you're talking about. A couple of years ago I had the most amazing experience along these lines.
I had been hanging out at the Elephant Room, a local pub that features jazz of all kinds. After I had been there for a while, I decided I'd had enough and I headed out.
The Elephant Room is located in the basement, so getting out requires climbing a flight of stairs. At the base of the stairs, I had to wait for the crowd that was on its way in before I could go up the same stairs.
Half way down the stairs was my did. This was totally amazing to me. For one thing, my dad hates jazz. For another, my dad lives in Vancouver, and I couldn't believe he would be visiting me without letting me know. On the other hand, he did have a recent business trip to Dallas, so it wasn't that farfetched. But how would he have known I was at the Elephant Room?
Anyway, I kept staring at him, not glancing away after a while like you do with strangers. He was doing the same with me. Since the incoming crowd had to show their ids upon entry, this lasted for a good while.
When we finally got within arms' reach of each other, I realized it was not, in fact, my dad. I told him what had been going through my mind, and then he told me that he thought I was his nephew! What a coincidence!
Here's my story: A few years back, I returned Stateside having studied abroad three years. I hadn't seen my Dad in all that time since I'd left on poor terms but since he offered me a ride from the airport and to crash at his place a week, I opted for it. I had shoulder-length hair, jeans, t-shirt and sandals and I knew he'd bitch about 'em but I was ready to tell him I'd take a cab and stay in a motel if he didn't accept my appearance. Since I'd been independent all this time and had a job and an apartment lined up two weeks later, this wouldn't have been a hardship.
I got through Customs and what should I see? This barefoot,longhaired dude wearing cargo shorts and a vest holding a sign with my name. At first, I thought he might be one of my zillion cousins I've never met on account of the family resemblence but as I got closer, I studied his features. Not only did he have a big shit-eating grin but I saw that his hair was even longer than mine. My heart stopped, I gasped and I dropped to my knees: "DAD!?!WHOAA!!"
I ran as fast as I could and we hugged as though we were meeting the first time and we had so much fun catching up that I stayed the whole two weeks before I started my new job- and to this day we still say "WHOOA!" and hug when we see each other again!