Ink
I had a long day at work. I had to work until nine, but ended up being there until almost eleven. My last customer was late getting here for their appointment. And it was going to take a few hours to do their tattoo. What should have started at six and ended at nine, went from seven until after ten.
Normally, first-time customers only get a small tattoo. But this chick wanted a decent-sized piece done. And then she had to have me stop every little bit so that she could whine that it hurt. And when she wasn't whining, she was trying to hit on me. I had to tell her repeatedly that I was married and very happy and to f*****g stop.
Neon was supposed to leave early, but he ended up staying with me when he saw what the b***h was doing. I think that he knew that I was close to losing it
