Once in awhile, I'll cruise the local pawn shops at lunchtime with my buddy Boggs. He's always in search of music gear, and I'm always in search of life's meaning.
A couple days ago, we stopped into Axel's Pawn Shop on Sprague Avenue. A couple walked in the same time as we did, the guy holding a motorcycle helmet. They approached the man behind the counter.
"Any chance we can sell this helmet? We need to get milk. And cigarettes."
"Sorry," the man replied, "We're loaded up on helmets right now." The couple gave each other a frantic look, and then the woman said, "How about my wedding ring?"
"Sure, let's take a look," the man said as he leaned over the counter. "Yeah, I'll give you (whatever) for it."
"Great!" the husband exclaimed. "That's perfect! Now I can still ride my motorcycle!"
Boggs and I left... neither of us finding what we were looking for.