It is the end of the month which means everyone is hoarding their cash to pay bills so work is slow. I got a call yesterday from a girl who wanted to come in to discuss getting a coverup. She was supposed to show up between 5pm and 6pm.
By 7pm I was getting ready to go home as the girl had never shown up but that's when a whole different girl walked in. She barely spoke English so it was a slow going process to alter a simple star design for her. A size bigger on that star here, a thicker line there, maybe move some stuff a few millimeters over at several different points. It took an hour, but she was satisfied with the design and I wanted to do at least one tattoo before I turned in for the day.
Everything was set to go and I was just about to shave and stencil her when she started freaking out. The girl would not let me shave her leg. She didn't have much hair because she waxes or sugars or something, but what was there, I have to shave off before I can do anything. She argued with me for awhile trying to convince me that she can have the tattoo without letting me properly prep her. I told her absolutely not and that was that.
I figured that I could at least make the liquor store in time. If nothing else, I could have some beer. It closes at 9 and I had 45 minutes to get there. Just as I was leaving, in walks the coverup girl. After a brief chat with her, I basically told her to talk to my boss about it and left.
If that girl hadn't walked in as I was leaving, or if the bus driver hadn't taken a 10 minute break to pee, or if we hadn't hit every light on the way down the street, I would have had my beer. As it was, I missed it by such a close fraction that even though the store was closed when the bus went by it, people getting onto the bus at that stop had liquor store bags in their hands.
What the shit?!