"I took one for the team. My friend has done tattoos for my whole family and does them well. His shop had an invite-only party for his best clients, so my brother, his wife, and I were invited. A week before the party, his team had given us a flash sheet of tattoos to pick from. The party itself was nice, everyone was sober, and we all knew which tattoos we wanted.
"Well, there were two other artists there besides my friend. I personally asked if my homie would do mine, since I dislike the woman who works for him. My sister-in-law ended up with her instead, and I went to sit with my homie. Then she starts telling my SIL that she won't do the tattoo that SIL had picked because it sucks, and tried pressuring her to get something she didn't want. I ended up trading spots with her, and my SIL got a cute, delicate clover on her collarbone. I got a fucking cabbage-ass flower. The artist was so rude. I'll get it covered, though a part of me thinks it's funny."