Pawn Shop Blitz - Day 6

Ah! The week has finally ended! And what a gloriously short work day today was at a mere 8.69 hours! That means my total for this past week comes to a whopping 62.51 hours. Dang! I look forward to seeing that check in a couple weeks.

Now, gather 'round, kids, and hear a tale. It is a short tale and will not take much of your time. It is called:

The Tale of the Scabby Old People

Once, there was a young man. And even though he was devilishly handsome and highly intelligent, certain events brought him into employement at a pawn shop. He often enjoyed his work at said establishment, namely because of the odd experiences it provided him--and this is one of them.

One day, as he was in the midst of fulfilling the plethora of his ordinary pawn shop responsibilities (for which he was moderately underpaid), he noticed an old couple hunched over the jewelry display case. He approached them--not because he wanted to, but out of duty. He feigned unconditional kindness, as all sales people are known for doing, and offered his assistance.

He would have liked to have said the first thing he noticed about the old couple was their kind demeanor and general cheerfulness, but that would have been a lie. The first thing he noticed about them were their scabs.

The old woman had each earlobe pierce three times, but the highest of these piercings on one ear seemed to have been stretched out and filled with what appeared to be a large, grayish pebble. The old man had also had a scab, but it was not on his earlobe. It was on his head just above his forehead where his hair would have been if it had not fallen out and become exceedingly thin.

The old couple was searching for a particular diamond ring they had seen on a previous visit to the pawn shop, and the young man was able to locate it and then bring it out of the display case so they could inspect it closer.

While the old couple was inspecting the ring, the young man could help but steal numerous glances at the old woman's earlobe. The pebble-ish thing looked like a scab, but he couldn't be quite sure. It almost looked like an earring, but it also looked to ugly and humanly organic to be an earring. Either way, scab or not, it disgusted him. There were also several occasions when the old man hunched over the ring or the case, thus swinging his balding, scabby head very close to the young man's face. The poor, young man was forced to jerk backwards so as not to be in such a close proxmity to this hideous wound (which was quite large) that he would have been able to kiss it if he had such a revolting, unnatural desire--which he did not.

Eventually, the couple decided that they wanted to make the ring their own, but as most people who wander into the pawn shop, they were selfish and stupid. They did not want to pay the price with which the ring was marked and tried to negotiate a lower price. But little did this pair of scabbed, wrinkled individuals know that the young, wrinkle-and-scabless, charming young man loathed hagglers. He had no sympathy towards their demands, and they left without the ring, vowing to come back later to obtain a lower price for the coveted piece of fine jewelry.

The End.

Until next time, kids, eat your broccoli and keep reading!