I don't know who'd want to buy that!
It seems like at one point or another, everyone across all age, race, and creed lines ends up in the pawn shop, either trying to sell something they think has a little bit of value or trying to find a treasure amongst the crap. The workers of these stores have seen it all by now, but these particular stories really stand out in their minds.
Standing Your Ground
A guy comes in with a brick he spray painted gold. Then got mad and threw it at My coworker when he wouldn’t look at it. So my coworker grabbed a cattle prod he keeps beneath the counter and chased the guy into the street. Never saw him again. (Pm-me-your-hate)
I had a man come in once with a shadowbox that he picked-up at an estate sale for a recently deceased doctor. The shadowbox contained six or eight pace makers, from the late fifties/early sixties to the 20-teens. It was awesome seeing the evolution of these devices and just how much smaller they are now then they were when first invented in the late fifties/early sixties.
Sadly I was unable to get them from the man because he had spent over a hundred bucks for such a bit of decor. (arj1985)
Had a guy couple years back try to sell me the bathroom in his apartment. He’d written up this kinda-legal looking thing, but when I told him the whole thing made no sense, and that he didn’t own the bathroom anyway, just rented it, well, the guy got upset.
He told me that that was where he pooped, and that had to be of some value, and that I was a con artist. He was yelling about writing our governor on his way out the door. (bildredmonk)