I am the sissy baby mentioned above. On my 20th birthday - hubbs agreed to get me a tattoo. We went to a local - yet VERY HIGHLY recommened parlor. We walk in, I tell them what I want, they scan and show me the artwork, I agree, we move to the back room.
Now, as I entered the back room, hubbs was behind me and got stopped by a rather big fellow "Sir, only the patient can enter you have to go to the waiting room" . So hubbs turned around and went to the waiting room - right outside the back room. He said the last thing he heard was "Ok, Average Girl......Drop your pants"
That always sounds good, but not from this guy.
Anywho.... He worked and worked and raked my skin and made me cry and moan in pain. Once the outline was complete I requested a break to get a smoke in.
I walked outside, lit a smoke, took about 2 puffs off it and the last thing I remember was leaning to my hubby and saying "I, I, I don't feel very well"
I was out like a light. Passed out cold. Good thing he was there because he said I just collapsed and he caught me right before my face hit the concrete sidewalk.
Never dropped my smoke though!! Loyalty - one thing I am good for.
We went back in and I told the guy I was done. He said Ok but I still had to pay full price - no problemo dude - just let me leave.
Hubbs told me once we left how bad his feet hurt. I said "Your Feet??? WTF??? Why do your feet hurt?" He said while I was in the room all he could here was me moaning and groaning and his nerves caused his toes to curl up in a ball. He thought his wife was getting violated!!!! LOL.
It is still un-finished. Boo :(