I was getting tattooed by my artist one time. I had been tattooed by him exclusively for over 10 years at that point. There was a girl getting tattooed at the next station over with a talkative friend. The friend was talking about her shitty tattoo on the back of her neck. It was supposed to be a genie lamp, but looked more like a shitty teapot as she described it.
She says something about her hometown, and my artist perks up, as thats where he was from. He asks what shop did it, and his eyes widened briefly. He asks to see it and she shows him. He said, “You don’t recognize me, huh?” She shook her head no. He said, “I’m really sorry for the way that looks, that was done by me and it was one of my first tattoos ever. Take a look at my calendar, put your name and number in one of the 4 hour slots, and tell me what you want so I can fix it. Sorry you’ve had to wear that for so long.”
He covered it for her(I forget with what) and she was very happy. He felt much better about it too. The city they were both from was over 600 miles away, pretty small chance they’d ever see each other like that.