I was just thinking how there are so many things that happened while I was full time that I never even really wrote about. And I was just thinking how I remember so much about those times. It's because they were so intense.

You know, you can really get addicted to that kind of intense. There is something fun about the adrenaline rush, if you personally handle it a certain way. People get addicted to it.

I think I wrote in the thread about PTSD, which I think is what happens when people like me get into these intense situations. Over time, it tears the sensitive soul down. But there are people, and we all know them, who don't mind that sort of thing. Those who can bear it go into jobs like policing, nursing, soldiering, firefighting, customer support, and working the desk at ghetto pawn shops.

Most of them do it for the cool uniforms. Some of them, like in customer service and ghetto pawn shops, do it for the glory.

I thought they did it for the poontang.

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The beautiful view out my car windshield when I park at the parking lot.

Hey waitaminute...

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Nevermind the poontang, maybe they do it for the trim.<---See what I did?:D

There's a logical explanation for that. Someone's been using it as a snack tray when they're kicked back in their recliner dumpster watching. I wonder if there's anything happenin' on the ol' dumpster tonight?

There's a lot of drama at night... 2 months ago was the shooting across the street from this location.

This was six blocks away

so cold

Cellphone!? It must have been iCloud locked.

Phone calls, texts, and emails are all easily traced. Time for the pawn shop to debut "Hock A Tip" (HAT). Tipsters hock their tips in exchange for futures on reward money. The pawn shop submits the tips and takes 25% of any reward money realized in exchange for protecting the tipster's identity. HAT tricks, pass the word.

That's not a terrible idea.

So the story goes -

Yesterday there was a guy at the front door in the morning, before they even unlocked it, yelling and ranting and raving at them. He'd been up all night, there, out on the street, angry about some perceived slight he got on some purchase. Fueled on multiple intoxicants.

The cops were called and the gentleman was removed from the general vicinity, and the shop allowed to open; but within 20 minutes he was back, and the cops had to be called again.

Gentleman. Chyeah

Steve reports that he got to pull the classic bit today.

Customer on phone: "You guys take watches?"
Steve: "Yup, that depends, what kind?"
C: "Guess."
S: "Rolex?"
C: "No, Guess."
S: "Movado?"
C: "NO! GUESS!"
S: "Tag Heuer?"
C: *dialtone

"Who's on first?!?"

etc, etc.

lulz.

Ugh, breaking news, shooting across the street from the shop. Just now.

Action news photographer on the scene, Steve watching from the store window.

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