Phase II outtake... because humor makes it all okay. Enojy your day!
Once upon a time, I tattooed a young woman who had the lowest pain tolerance I'd ever witnessed To. This. Day. What could have literally been a meticulously executed 3-minute tattoo took 45 minutes to complete because of the excessively frequent intermissions. Due to the fact she couldn't get through 1-second marks and her tattoo was beginning to look like a bad game of connect-the-dots, I suggested she sing a song to help distract her from the pain so she could get a good tat. I meant to herself. Suddenly, the room was full of off-key Livin' La Vida Loca which elevated in pitch in such a way animals were gathering. Clients two rooms over were complaining so I asked her to quietly count to five and at least give me five-second stretches between breaks in an effort to settle both her and the other clients. No such luck. One began at a reasonable D4-ish while five was a shrieking C7 at a volume I could barely process. Holy ear-bleed Batman!
Fast-forward about a decade. I'm at a party telling this story. Guess to whom I'm telling it! Mind you, with a full demonstration. Palm. To. Face. "I am soooo sorry if I've offended you in your own freakin' home!!! I'm an a-hole. But, funny is funny." This was undeniably so, even for her. (She was an amazing sport and a wonderful hostess!)