Normally speaking, before I leave a really lousy review for a business I will give them a second chance. For Jinx Proof today was that second chance and again, they failed miserably. 10 or so years ag... Read More
Normally speaking, before I leave a really lousy review for a business I will give them a second chance. For Jinx Proof today was that second chance and again, they failed miserably. 10 or so years ago I went there for a tattoo. It was really nothing special but I wanted it, happened to be in the area and walked in. I will preface the story by telling you that most of my tattoo work was done by Daemon Rowanchilde @ Urban Primitive in Toronto, Canada and yes, I flew there specifically for him to work on me. For anyone reading this who is unfamiliar, google him. His work is amazing.However, this review has nothing to do with their work and everything to do with their demeanor. Back to my story. Walked in 10 years ago with a simple request. The receptionist agreed that my request was easy and went about finding someone to do the tattoo. She went about doing so by asking several of the artists if they wanted to make a quick $130. A few minutes later someone reluctantly and almost begrudgingly agreed. Okay, so maybe they were having a bad, day, night or whatever. Shit happens. Tattoo came out fine and I was happy.Fast forward to today. My girlfriend and I were in Montclair for brunch and I have been threatening to have her initial tattooed on my chest. Being as good a day as any to do so, we strolled down Bloomfield Ave. Powerhouse Tattoo was jammed and since again, tattooing a simple initial is no big deal, I really didn't care who did it. Walked around the corner to Jinx Proof, which I noticed had considerably grown in size since I was last there and now occupied double the space. Normally, businesses expand to meet increased demand; more customers, more space. More customers/better product and or service. Make sense?Anyway, we walked into Jinx Proof which was pretty empty, especially since Powerhouse was packed. Asked the friendly receptionist if someone could tattoo an initial on my chest. She said that it sounded easy and asked one of their artists, Jay, if he could do it. He walked by us without even looking, said "no" and went into the other room. She looked at us, clearly embarrassed and repeated what he had said. I smiled, thanked her and left. I assume that at some point Jay will probably read this so I am going to speak directly to him: Jay, I have flown many miles to be tattooed by some of the best artists in the world. Besides talent, their common characteristics were courtesy, manners and respect. Today, you showed me none of that. Fortunately, there are many, many tattoo parlors these days. As I'm sure you know, competition is fierce as many shops compete for the same dollars. The days of the neanderthal tattoo artist with the attitude faded about the same time as the Rubik's Cube. Now, everywhere you look, there is some asshole like me who is more than willing to share a negative experience with the very people who are looking to select who is going to earn their money. No one reading this is not interested in getting a tattoo. Sorry if you had a bad day but it's probably not in your best interest to take it out on your customers. Douche behavior can generally come back to bite you in the ass. Today those teeth belong to me, my friend. Good luck. Read Less