Just the tip…

Hello!

Well, hello there.

Do you want to start?

Haven’t we started?

I hate this game…okay, I’ll start.  So this week, on Wednesday, my client Bob gave Sue half my tip. That’s how my week started, people, and here I am reminded of one of life’s important lessons: you might be talented, but if you’re beautiful, people want to give you free money.  I’m going to start a liposuction and botox collection fund.  Or is it Boy-tox for dudes?

Hey, now, that had nothing to do with my curly locks! I think he just recognized hard work when he saw it. Or perhaps it was the fact that I’m in charge of the call list for cancellations…  Actually, I think he may have referenced something about our earlier conversation about shampoo… specifically the fact that I have a bottle of shampoo in our shower that is 25 years old.  So, in a way, I gues it WAS about my curly locks after all!  I stand corrected!

You know those scenes in the movies where the husband slips the maitre d’ a $100 for the fine dining table? This is that scene… which means I am… the fine dining table?  I believe the phrase “eat me” comes to mind.

I like to think of you as the delicious main course.

This is not going in the blog!

HA!  Too much?

You need to keep your womanly innuendo out of the blog (and by “innuendo,” I don’t mean suppositories).

Nice, Tran, nice.  You keep it classy!

Yeah, but now it’s kind of funny…

What else can we tell the nice people out there about?

Let’s see… the week in review… there was the super cool painting from Carter and Ashley that their one-year-old son painted.  Very Pollock.

Right! I should mention that I got a tip from a 1-year-old…  and thankfully, I did NOT have to share it with Sue.  Note here that children are very quick to see the justice in giving the tip to the person doing the actual work.

A pretty kick-ass tip at that!  (Can I say “kick-ass” on the interweb?)  We should totally save it – it might be worth something one day.

All this talk of tipping (not just a city in China) makes me think that we sound like we expect a tip from our clients… and let me say that this is definitely not the case. At all.  Sue, back me up.

I was just about to say the same. Not to dwell on the tip thing, but I think my favorite tip of all was the plate of meatballs. Although the Italian subs were pretty great, too. And all that pie! Oh, oh! And the handcrafted snowglobe!  But I digress. In all seriousness, the best tip of all is when clients come in with a smile and maybe some good conversation.  Well, that and the ability to sit still.

No ball-busting, please.  Can I say “ball-busting”?  I fear your mom will not approve.

Sure – you can say “ball-busting” on TV, so I think it’s acceptable here. Mom, if you object, let us know.

Depends on the network and the show. God knows, you can say a LOT on Jersey Shore. But I’m not inclined to make our shop like Jersey Shore… unless I can be Snooki. Or Phooki, as it were.

Can I be Sue-wow?  I’m scrappy!

Sure… That’s pretty catchy. Catchy like herpes…. How about Susie T?  Scrappy T?  Sue- whoa?

Scrappy T? No way… that sounds like a Scooby Doo character.

Or Sue-woe.  Hahahahahaha…

Funny, Tran.

I think this is enough of this so-called blogging for today…  Anything else?

I don’t think so, except to say that we have a pretty fun weekend of projects ahead.

Right… a big old dragon across a client’s back/scar, and finishing Leon’s underarm… what else?

You’ll also be finishing a great cover-up that you started in December and spending some quality time with Josh (and his poor ribs) on Sunday afternoon. Gee, can we post an image of Leon’s finished piece on the blog next week or is that too R-rated?

No, I think we can post it… stay tuned, folks, for a photo of Leon’s shunga tattoo…  And if you haven’t watched the trailers for the new Clash of the Titans or Tron movie, fire up that internet and get on it.  They look kick-ass. I might just change my last name to Tron…