In our bigger little town we have a Pawn Shop. It is in an old bank building right on main street. So God and everyone and their neighbor can see you go inside.
I am sure the rumors are rampant. I have never been inside a Pawn Shop before. Today I said “Lets stop by and see Royce.” Royce runs the Pawn Shop now, it used to be his brother in laws.
When you go in the door a sign says “Before You Enter: Unload your gun and take off your ski mask.” There is quite a collection of old photos in the entry, and Jerry’s old fishing reel collection. Oh and a surveillance camera.
I am not sure what I expected. At one time the whole place had been carpeted. It seems someone did not want to move the shelves, so they just cut the carpet near the shelves when the floor was refinished, carpet and pad were still visible. I was tempted to dust a tad while I was there. Instead I looked at shotguns and a camera. Didn’t buy either…he has one shotgun that has a rosy pink stock that might be available in a few weeks.
I asked if I could take a photo of this shotgun. Royce says that young adults don’t get the humor in this or understand why you would need a shotgun at a wedding. The generation gap has widened and we are at the other end.
It is still a beautiful old iconic building with the clock outside. Inside you can buy power tools of every kind, guns, phones, cameras, knives, DVD’s, electronic equipment, Native American beadwork, US Marshal Badges, Sheriff Badges and a host of miscellaneous items.
I guess there are regular customers that frequent the Pawn Shop. I won’t be a regular but I will need to go back to check on that very pretty shotgun (for skeet shooting) in a few weeks:)