First of all I am not a crackhead, I wanted to pull some pocket cash on a Saturday afternoon and this place was right down the block from where I used to live. Why not, I wasn't really interested in any of the football games on TV; I enjoy getting tattoos, this should be just as fun right? Probably not, but I could afford another concert ticket for the week with an additional thirty spot.
I had to wait for about fifteen minutes before anyone would even approach me. The waiting area is pretty huge and they had some lighthearted Leslie Nielson movie playing on screens all over the place. A very fitting movie to loosen a patient up before draining fluids from them. That was distasteful, my apologies.
The woman at the front counter approached me and told me that I had to fill out an application and wait for the donation. Forget it, it really wasn't worth it in the first place.
I waited for my sister outside and a Jamaican security guard forced me to step away from the door. "Look man, I am just waiting for a ride," I said. Well he wasn't impressed. "Step back man," he said. Fine, two stars for the Leslie Nielson movie.