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I am one of those people who are called „Besserwisser“ in german. And I actually enjoy it when I predicted something and it’s happening, though it might not be the best for the person it happens to. Which is one of the many reasons why I am not going to go to heaven when I am dead. Anyways. At work we do get the request to tattoo the name of the boy/girlfriend quite often. And we refuse to do so quite often. Maybe 99% of the time. I don’t know exactly what went wrong when the guy who got “Christine” tattooed on his arm got his appointment. Maybe the new shopboy just wrote in the appointment without asking who’s name it is. I remember that when he came over for his appointment both me and my colleague asked him several times if he REALLY wants to get that name tattooed. However, this guy got the name of his girlfriend on his arm – around 15cm long in black and blue. That was 6 weeks ago. Today he came back to us and what did he ask for? Of course! A Cover up!
He honestly wants us to cover the name we just tattooed 6 weeks ago! On one hand its amazing, because I can say: He dude, I told you before! – and on the other hand its just so sad, because we are not going to cover it for 2 reasons. First: we don’t cover our own work. Second: Dude, this will teach you something. That may sound harsh, but 6 weeks between the tattoo and the cover up sounds harsh to us as well.

This story reminds me of a guy I would have loved to fuck years ago, I’d even go so far as to say I fell in love with him like a teenager girl. He was working in a small record store and for me he was one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in my whole life. Since that record store was near to the shop I used to work before I was buying a record every week, just to see him. But he didn’t seem to notice me. Finally one day I got the chance to talk to him and when he noticed that I am working at a tattoo parlor he asked me immediately how much a tattoo would be. I asked him what he would like to get and he said: I’d like to get a name across my shoulders. God damn! Of course this hot piece of flesh has a girlfriend…Idiot me. But then he said: It’s the name of my ex-girlfriend.
From one second to the other my panty was dry again. That was just so so so unsexy. I started downloading music again.