‘Quick!’ I yelled, pushing aside an elderly gent in a walking frame as I barged my way into the pawn shop. “How much will you give me for this?”
I held up a box of rubber bands as I shoved my way in front of another customer. Ignoring the death stares from both the customer and the clerk, I pointed at the box of rubber bands with my other hand.
“Well?” I asked.
The store clerk slowly rubbed his chin as he contemplated his answer. “Are they new or used?” he asked.
“Used,” I replied, bristling with impatience.
“How about ten cents?” he offered.
“Can’t you double it?” I countered, a pleading edge creeping into my voice. “My mother-in-law has been kidnapped and I have to raise the ransom!”
The clerk’s eyes widened with surprise. “I’ll give you a buck,” he said. “Anything to help, man. That sucks! You can even keep the rubber bands.”
I gratefully accepted the gold coin and secreted it away in an inner pocket.
“Thank you so much,” I gushed as I rushed out the door. “If I don’t raise the money, the kidnappers are going to give her back!”