Shopper

Indian Trail, NC

#1 Nov 11, 2013
What's up with the Pawn Shop?
I was going to go down there but someone told me that they hadn't been open much lately and that they might be closed for good.
Anybody know?
N D N

Indian Trail, NC

#2 Nov 12, 2013
Shopper wrote:
What's up with the Pawn Shop?
I was going to go down there but someone told me that they hadn't been open much lately and that they might be closed for good.
Anybody know?
The hours are Monday-Friday 10am to 6pm. Closed Wednesday, Saturday & Sunday.
American Picker

Charlotte, NC

#3 Nov 12, 2013
Some mornings they are late opening up. They do a good business, not just locally but on the internet and the phone. They swap stuff all the time as well as sell and pawn.
Ray Thornburg

Charlotte, NC

#4 Nov 16, 2013
I saw their big sign advertising cheap cigarettes so I pulled into the gravel parking lot. I had run out miles back. Somewhere around Hamlet I recon and I was wanting a smoke pretty bad by then. I walked in and looked around at all of the stuff. I was busy looking at the pistols in the display case when a female voice called out

"Kin I hep ya"?

"Why yes mam" I said without looking up. I need a carton of those Renegades for $19.95. No, make it 2 cartons".

"Could I interest you in one of them pistols? We got some good prices on them. Do you have a permit"?

"Don't need no permit where I come from" I said.

"Ain't no use to look then if'n you ain't got a permit from the Sheriff 'cause I can't sell one if'n you don't" She said. "Where you from that you don't need a permit"?

"Wyoming" I said looking around the room and still not seeing her.

"How 'bout a git-tar. We got a bunch of new ones just come in".

"I can't play a git-tar. I can barely play the radio"

She laughed. "You right funny for a old cowboy truck driver from.....where did you say"?

"Wyoming, Where you at"? I asked. "Come on out where I can see you".

She stepped out from behind a half open door. she was a short, thick waisted woman with deep black eyes and a thick mane of dull black hair hanging unbrushed on her narrow shoulders. She had a black 9mm in her jeans pocket, it's stock moving back and forth as she walked behind the counter.

"Nice artillery you've got there" I said with a smile.

"In this business you can't take chances. Here are your cigs. Call it 40 bucks even. I'll eat the tax. I'm making good money off of these unknown brands and you'll come back if I give you a good deal, right".

"Sure will but it might be a while. I run mostly back and forth to the west coast. Don't get this far east very often".
Ray Thornburg

Charlotte, NC

#5 Nov 17, 2013
Forty miles out of Little Rock at 3 AM. I'm in a long line of 18 wheelers headed west. Smoking Renegades I bought at that little Pawn Shop in Marsville, NC. I'm listening to an all night country station. The DJ has a George Jones fixation. The last 5 tunes have been either the Possum or George and Tammy. The CB crackles with a voice loud and clear. Sounds like Ronald Ranger and the Missouri State Po-leece are going to pull us all over and look at what we are carrying. I'm carrying air myself so there is nothing to inspect.
Anne L

Columbus, OH

#6 Dec 26, 2013
What do you know about the pawn shops in Philadelphia? Are they the same as the kind in those TV shows like Pawn Stars? How cool would that be? http://www.woodpawn.com
Courtney Galler

Provo, UT

#15 Aug 6, 2014
My uncle, Bobby, loves pawning. Most of the time when we visit, we'll make a family trip to a pawn shop. It's almost always a different one. I wonder where we'll go next time. http://naperbuyers.com/
Wally West

Walla Walla, WA

#20 Nov 21, 2014
I love going into pawn shops because I love seeing what kinds of stuff they have. Every pawn shop is different and when you see the things there it makes you wonder what all of those items have seen in their lifetimes. Pawn shops are the best place to find rare, historical artifacts.

http://www.dannyspawn.com

“Just watching the show & LOL..”

Since: Oct 10

Location hidden

#21 Nov 23, 2014
Ray Thornburg wrote:
I saw their big sign advertising cheap cigarettes so I pulled into the gravel parking lot. I had run out miles back. Somewhere around Hamlet I recon and I was wanting a smoke pretty bad by then. I walked in and looked around at all of the stuff. I was busy looking at the pistols in the display case when a female voice called out
"Kin I hep ya"?
"Why yes mam" I said without looking up. I need a carton of those Renegades for $19.95. No, make it 2 cartons".
"Could I interest you in one of them pistols? We got some good prices on them. Do you have a permit"?
"Don't need no permit where I come from" I said.
"Ain't no use to look then if'n you ain't got a permit from the Sheriff 'cause I can't sell one if'n you don't" She said. "Where you from that you don't need a permit"?
"Wyoming" I said looking around the room and still not seeing her.
"How 'bout a git-tar. We got a bunch of new ones just come in".
"I can't play a git-tar. I can barely play the radio"
She laughed. "You right funny for a old cowboy truck driver from.....where did you say"?
"Wyoming, Where you at"? I asked. "Come on out where I can see you".
She stepped out from behind a half open door. she was a short, thick waisted woman with deep black eyes and a thick mane of dull black hair hanging unbrushed on her narrow shoulders. She had a black 9mm in her jeans pocket, it's stock moving back and forth as she walked behind the counter.
"Nice artillery you've got there" I said with a smile.
"In this business you can't take chances. Here are your cigs. Call it 40 bucks even. I'll eat the tax. I'm making good money off of these unknown brands and you'll come back if I give you a good deal, right".
"Sure will but it might be a while. I run mostly back and forth to the west coast. Don't get this far east very often".
They haven't sold cigarettes there for at least 15 years...not the legal ones anyway.
RoadWaryer

Rockwell, NC

#22 Nov 24, 2014
Ray Thornburg wrote:
Forty miles out of Little Rock at 3 AM. I'm in a long line of 18 wheelers headed west. Smoking Renegades I bought at that little Pawn Shop in Marsville, NC. I'm listening to an all night country station. The DJ has a George Jones fixation. The last 5 tunes have been either the Possum or George and Tammy. The CB crackles with a voice loud and clear. Sounds like Ronald Ranger and the Missouri State Po-leece are going to pull us all over and look at what we are carrying. I'm carrying air myself so there is nothing to inspect.
LOL! If you're really heading west out of Little Rock and see a Missouri State Poleece, then one of you has taken a wrong turn!! Safe travels!!
Ray Thornburg

Charlotte, NC

#23 Nov 24, 2014
Morning coming up behind me, the big Cummings engine growling and the tires humming on the asphalt. Ahead I can see the big yellow Freightliner that passed me doing about 90 a half hour ago. I'm catching him and I ain't doing but 1,600 RPM in 6th. Must be trouble ahead for him to pipe down that quick. I grab the CB mic

"Hey there Yeller Feller what's goin' on up your way? comeback"
"They's havin' a regular Roger Ranger convention up ahead. I ain't seen so many blue lights since the K-Mart opened. Backacha"
"Ah yeah, that's a big ole 10-4"
"Well Dayum. they've halted all of us. Get ready to lower yer anchor. This could take a spell."

The speaker crackled with more CB traffic from truckers behind me. I joined the parade of cars and trucks crawling to a stop. I still couldn't see anything. My line of sight was blocked by the high sloping road cut and a line of hills ahead.

After 20 minutes it became obvious we weren't likely to move anytime soon. I opened the door and stepped down from the cab to get some fresh air. I stood with my back to the cab and smoked while listening to the comforting "clack-clack" of the big diesel's idle.
Ray Thornburg

Charlotte, NC

#24 Nov 27, 2014
After a few minutes I decided to shut down and save fuel. I noticed that all of the others in line, except the reefers, had already done so. People were getting out of their cars gathering in little groups talking about what the holdup was all about. Somebody pulled out a git and started picking. Soon he was joined by another git and a banjo. I pulled my old Gibson mandolin from it's case behind the seat and walked over. After we all tuned together we played a few bluegrass and country tunes. I sang lead on "I Overlooked an Orchid" and the banjo player tenored up to me. It was mighty pretty.

Somebody yelled:"They are starting to move" and we all took off for our rigs. I looked at my watch. We had been sitting for an hour and 17 minutes. After a few more minutes of sitting we started rolling forward. We would go maybe 50 feet and you could hear the air brakes hissing up ahead. they you would come to a stop for a minute or so before rolling again. This went on for almost an hour before we finally got up some speed.

I had been listening to the chatter on the CB trying to figure out what caused our road vacation. Nobody had any real answers it seemed.

"Have ya got yer ears on Howdy Doody? Comeback."
"Yeah, you got this one Howdy, Who is you?" I responded.
"Ha! This is the Fargo Frigidaire in the big blue Sterling Reefer behind your behind a ways."
"Yep I sees ya back there. Tell me, what's the drama all about"
"Doan no my own sef but I heard sum body say a forest far. I doan see no smoke. I doan see no far trucks. This bees kind o' creepy since we is near Roswell, New Mexico"

“Just watching the show & LOL..”

Since: Oct 10

Location hidden

#25 Nov 27, 2014
Ray Thornburg wrote:
After a few minutes I decided to shut down and save fuel. I noticed that all of the others in line, except the reefers, had already done so. People were getting out of their cars gathering in little groups talking about what the holdup was all about. Somebody pulled out a git and started picking. Soon he was joined by another git and a banjo. I pulled my old Gibson mandolin from it's case behind the seat and walked over. After we all tuned together we played a few bluegrass and country tunes. I sang lead on "I Overlooked an Orchid" and the banjo player tenored up to me. It was mighty pretty.
Somebody yelled:"They are starting to move" and we all took off for our rigs. I looked at my watch. We had been sitting for an hour and 17 minutes. After a few more minutes of sitting we started rolling forward. We would go maybe 50 feet and you could hear the air brakes hissing up ahead. they you would come to a stop for a minute or so before rolling again. This went on for almost an hour before we finally got up some speed.
I had been listening to the chatter on the CB trying to figure out what caused our road vacation. Nobody had any real answers it seemed.
"Have ya got yer ears on Howdy Doody? Comeback."
"Yeah, you got this one Howdy, Who is you?" I responded.
"Ha! This is the Fargo Frigidaire in the big blue Sterling Reefer behind your behind a ways."
"Yep I sees ya back there. Tell me, what's the drama all about"
"Doan no my own sef but I heard sum body say a forest far. I doan see no smoke. I doan see no far trucks. This bees kind o' creepy since we is near Roswell, New Mexico"
You need to go to bed & stay there.
Ray Thornburg

Charlotte, NC

#27 Dec 7, 2014
We weren't moving and I was dog tired. I pulled the rig into a rutted lane and parked in the parking lot of an abandoned building. The Reefer pulled in behind me. The long line of cars and trucks inched along at a snails pace. I didn't want to be in it. I climbed down and lit up one of my Pawn Shop cigs.

"Hey ole buddy, got any more of them cigs"? It was the Reefer driver. He lit one and joined me watching the Toyota Parade. "They damn sure ain't settin' no landspeed records are they"? He stuck out a paw. "My name's Tommy, Tommy Newton, from Oak Grove, Caly-forn-yah. Pleased to meet ya"

We talked and smoked, ate some crackers and drank a beer before he went back to his cab. I crawled back in my sleeper, brushed my teeth and hit the pillow.

I awake a couple of hours later with a start. Kind of like when you know something is wrong but you don't know what it is. I sat up and looked out. The line of cars was still there stopped dead still. It was almost complete blackness outside. There was absolute quiet, not even a cricket chirping. I switched on the overhead light but it didn't come on. i thought the bulb must be burned out or something. I eased down into the Captain's chair and switched on the dash lights, nothing. Nothing worked, not a thing. Not even my watch. It was stopped at 2:47 AM. By this time I was getting spooked. I reached under the seat and pulled out my Sig .357, clicked the safety off and eased out of the door onto the runningboard. It was too quiet. I looked back at the reefer. It should have been running to keep the cargo refrigerated. It was silent. I stepped down and moved silently toward the cab.

"Tommy"

I had no sooner said it when something hit me from behind and knocked me sprawling into the side of the cab. I began to feel the darkness coming over me like a blanket but I fought it and managed to stay conscious. I lay still expecting whatever it was to finish me off. My head was killing me and I tasted blood. Several minutes passed and I began to slip away again when something grabbed me by my shirt collar and dragged me under the truck. I thought of the time I saw a pack of coyotes drag an injured deer into a field and had a feast.

That's when I blacked out completely.
Jane Fairfax

Los Angeles, CA

#28 Feb 23, 2015
We actually went to a couple of pawn shops when I was younger. Money was pretty tight, and we needed the help. It can be real lifesaver for people who are having financial difficulties. It can also be good if you have something you just want to sell because you aren't using it.

http://www.hermistonpawnshop.com/services.htm...

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