Well that’s us into 2007. We have passed the six month mark in fact we are now on to our seventh. It’s kind of scary how fast this year is going. Seems like not so long ago that we where sitting on the floor eating pizza and cursing the half painted walls.
The major development of late is that yours truly has started his tattoo training again. Due to circumstances it’s a bit later than we anticipated. It’s been six years since I have used a tattoo machine and I wish I could say it’s like riding a bike but alas I can see lots of cursing in my foreseeable future. Unfortunately the picture is at such an angle that you can’t see the stern look of concentration on my face.
However as much as I am looking forward to the coming year, I have already had confirmation that for every decent customer we have, there are still a fair few idiots out there. What follows is a conversation I had with a couple of would-be customers. I did initially type it out ten minutes after the event, but it was a little less objective due to me being genuinely raging at the idiocy of these two. It’s probably for the best that it got wiped when Matt restarted the computer by mistake (don’t ask).
Anyway, to set the scene as it were: front of shop, two customers (a man and a woman) asking about getting a tattoo done. Straightforward stuff until the woman says;
Woman “ahm pregnant by the way, does that make a difference?” Me “Erm yes, it means we can’t tattoo you I’m afraid.” Woman “Whi … how no?” Me “Because getting a tattoo can be a very stressful experience and we have to take the safety of the baby into account.” Woman “But ahm only three weeks pregnant, surely it will be awright?” Me “… No, doesn’t matter if your three weeks or three months, we’re not tattooing you.” Man “That’s rubbish … can you no pretend you didne hear that?”
At this point I would like underline the fact that a complete stranger was asking me to lie just so that his wife can get a tattoo. Never mind the health of what I can only assume to be his unborn child. I am no doctor but I would imagine that in the first trimester the child would be pretty vulnerable. This did not improve my mood. Needless to say the conversation, although still polite, was pretty short-lived, ending with the man turning on the woman and ranting at her for five minutes about having a
“big mouth”.
Sigh.
Anyway … some recent pictures:
