The Pawn Shop

I ran an errand for my mother today, and next to the place I was running this errand (repairing a TV part), there was a pawn shop.  I had 15 minutes to kill, so I went next door to see what was up.  Besides the usual jewelry and musical instruments (I saw Lisa Simpson's saxomophone in there), there was a huge selection of DVDs, CDs, and video games.  I hit the DVDs and bought King of New York and A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints, both of which I have not seen before, both of which are supposed to be pretty good, and both of which cost me $5 apiece.

Five bucks, kiddos.  That's nothing to sneeze at.  That's less than the price of a daytime movie ticket.

I took them up to the counter, where this ridiculously nice lady rang them up for me.  The pawn shop is operated by a kindly old (possibly Jewish) couple, and being rung up by this woman was like being helped by my sweetest, most favorite aunt.  She chatted about the movies ("Haven't seen this before, hmm...what's it about?"), looked at the discs to make sure they were unscratched, and was generally the nicest human being I've met all week long.

Which presents an interesting question: they have a shelf of hard-core porn DVDs.  Picture this scenario:

"Oh, Rocco's Anal Tryouts, I haven't seen that...is it good?"

Who in their right mind purchases hard-core pawn shop pornography from the sweetest lady on Earth?  I mean, 5 bucks is a swingin' deal for pawn shop porn, but come on!  I don't think I'd ever be able to look her in the eyes again.  Anyway, I can see myself spending a lot of spare cash at this place, filling out my DVD shelves with the crushed hopes and dreams of my fellow man.

Good times!