More of this please.
Anonymous
I work at a pawn shop. You see a lot of sadness here. A woman came in today. She took off a wedding ring. It was old, vintage. "How much?" she asked. Her eyes were red. "It's worth about $200 in scrap gold," I said. "Okay," she whispered. "That pays the electric bill." She started to sign the paper. I looked at the inscription inside. Forever, John. 1965. I couldn't do it. "You know what," I said. "I actually can't buy this right now. We... uh... we have too much gold inventory. New policy." She looked crushed. "But," I said, pulling out my wallet. "I am looking to hire someone to clean the display cases. It pays $200 for an hour of work. Can you start now?" She looked at me. She knew. She polished those glass cases until they sparkled. She left with $200 and her ring on her finger. Some things are too precious to pawn.