I went to get my first Tat here, hoping to add a good experience to my memory book. What I got is another bad one, I'm 54, not "hot" , and not a man buying a whole body job, so I was given to th... Read More
I went to get my first Tat here, hoping to add a good experience to my memory book. What I got is another bad one, I'm 54, not "hot" , and not a man buying a whole body job, so I was given to the new girl, Molly, who tried, but does not use a magnifying lamp. She's the token female to take all those annoying little jobs like piercings and anything else the lesser customers want. They do not understand that the paying customer gets the Artists undivided attention during the tattoo experience , without interruption, no matter what, not even when some BS Alpha Male who can't find his own socks flexes and loudly demands it. This giant bearded man couldn't find his tools or w/e and acts like Molly has to stop, take her gloves off and help him find things like she's his Mom. Never mind I"M PAYING FOR HER TIME. I didn't get to talk to her much at all, tho she seemed nice. This interruption was the first time she gouged me way too deep trying to figure out where she left off. Then, about 5 minutes later HE DOES THE EXACT SAME NUMBER AGAIN. Now she gouges me again to find her place again to finish up. This should have been a simple, twenty minute job that was perfect, an EZ $50.00 for the bank, and would have gotten you the grand review I had already planned on doing. But no, for me it's a FUBAR tattoo that reminds me of yet another bad day. The tattoo is not like what I picked out of the book. It looks like a bunch of candy corn around a mis-shapen jawbreaker some kid's already chewed on. It was supposed to be a happy swirling sun with flares to make me smile more often. Well, I paid for this anyway because if I didn't it would have come out of Mollys' pocket when she's not the one to blame. She did her best under horrid conditions. How embarrassing for her, as well, to be ill-treated like this at work in front of customers. "Thanks for ruining everything!" goes out to the Sasquatch in the doorway. Grow up, learn to keep track of your own things, and give Molly a fair chance to do a her real job without having to take care of you. I'll bet her work improves 1000%. Folks, if you're not one of the formerly mentioned desired group, do not go here. If you are, you're fine. I'm sure you'll get one of those beautiful, professional tattoos you see on the Website Pics. Read Less