Just another day, sitting here at the Tattoo Shop, working as a desk jockey. Saturday's are generally crazy. Lots of bargain hunters. I wish i could just show them how much of a mistake it is to go to the flea market, or their local kitchen magician and pay $30 for some script junx. Instead though, they insist on going to their buddy's house and getting tattoed by some dipshit named germ, or roach, or blunt, or whatever (here's a little tip, never get tattooed by anyone named after a bug, drug paraphanelia or a disease). It usually takes them a week or two to come rolling back in, asking how much it'll cost for us to fix it or cover it. My favorite moment is when these shlubs come back, and bitch about having to pay twice as much to fix the tattoo then they would've paid to get it done right in the first place. It's not my fault your buddy's sister's roomate knew some dude named hepetitis c that "could bust out some sweet ink for cheap".
"Good tattoos aren't cheap, and cheap tattoos aren't good" That saying is as true now as it was decades ago.
That's my rant for the afternoon, i'm sure some other dipshit will be in at some point and give me something completely different to bitch about for a paragraph or two.
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