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It's amazing what people will do. Truly. Today, at about 11 am a fairly decent looking female with blonde hair & brown eyes came in the shop. I'm a sucker for brown eyes. Now working at a pawn shop, these are few & far between. The only attractive females that ever really come in here have been my girlfriend(s), Mark's baby momma, Stan's kool-aid, and Matt's wife(who is a total babe). Said girl brings her boyfriend in with her. The first thing they do is ask for Matt. Supposedly this girl was in an accident yesterday or two as she claims & there's bills to pay. First off, she has a diamond bracelet & a movado watch. The bracelet is about 1.75 to 2 carats in diamond weight & is white gold. Could easily be sold at a jewelry store for two to three grand. The whole time she's just saying, "It's a nice bracelet, It's a nice bracelet." She further explains that she hit a mailbox yesterday while she was looking at her cell phone & she ran into the back of someone yesterday because her brakes aren't too well off & the guy infront of her slammed on his brakes. She's a keeper! Dime a fucking dozen. For the watch & the bracelet Matt offers her $300. To which she replies, "I was expecting lyk, I dunno, maybe $500." The guy chimes in with, "Man, it's a nice bracelet. We payed a couple grand for that. It's kind of hard to swallow letting it go for that much." Ok man, get the fuck out. What do you expect? Honestly. Matt's whole selling point is we pay the most for gold & whatever else. We don't. Matt told them to check out this other pawn shop. That they would surely be in the door & then right back out. So the twenty-something-nothings start to walk out & it was apparant that Matt & the girl knew eachother the whole time. Come to find out, it was through mutual friends. Now the whole kicker of this is that the bracelet she brought in to sell was bought for her from Matt a couple months back by an ex-boyfriend of hers for $800 & we have this asshole talking about how much they payed for it. Well, it's about 2pm & they haven't been back. Fuck the Yankees & Fuck you, man.

We also have regulars here as one could imagine. A lady named Patricia came in earlier today, she has at least six loans open at all times from us, fairly certain she is a fan of benzos. As of this second there is a power washer, 40 dvds strewn throughout different loans, an angle grinder & a ring on loan for Miss Patricia. I see her at least twice a week. She usually comes in to sell off dvds. She'll literally go to wal-mart, buy the dvds & then come sell them here maybe a week later. We've gotten such gems as High School Musical 3 & What Happens in Vegas, not to exclude a plethora of Strawberry Shortcake movies. I'm pretty sure that's like a $14 loss for each dvd though.. So today, she comes into the shop with an "All-in-one printer" in a trashbag & one dvd. Crank Two. We just buy the dvd for a dollar & she's on her way saying she'll back in in a few with more goodies. Yes.

And now there's another frequent customer. I think something is wrong him though. I'm stuck between he actually has mental problems or he did a lot of acid/other pyschedlics growing up cos his brain just seems to be fried. Truly is a very nice guy. He kind of reminds me of someone who would be super into Elvis Costello & the boyscouts, which is cool, do you & do it well. He has super tight jeans pulled up to his belly button so his socks are showing with a weird, 60's esque pattern button down shirt tucked-in. Now when I say boyscouts, not the pedephile esque type deal I'm probably pompously making this dude sound like. Just really high pants with his tan socks showing, black pleather shoes, a red bandana around his neck, weird glasses that aren't glasses at all & a tan scuba diving hat. He kind of talks like the counselor that says, "mmkay" a lot on South Park & stutters a lot. He's usually in here for two hours at a time going back & forth between the 4,000 something dvds we have or the 400 cds on the wall we have. I feel like he literally goes through every single one reading the inserts. In fact, I know he does. What the fuck else do you do for two hours in a pawn shop?