You’ve been working at this tattoo parlor for a couple of years now, you weren't outstanding but it's not like you gave bad tattoos.

On a particularly slow day, the bell on the front door rings, signaling a customer. A man walks in and walks over to the counter, the receptionist isn't in right now, so with a sigh you put down your magazine and go over to greet him.

“Hello.” He replies. “I’d uh… like to get a tattoo please,” he mutters, scratching at his beard and then running a hand through his thick wavy hair. “I guess I should ask if you guys do walk ins?”