If you ever have an open afternoon available to you then I would suggest grabbing a good friend and hitting up your local pawn shop. You may be thinking… there are no pawn shops nearby… that or… what the heck is a pawn shop? But if you consult your good ole Google maps or just drive in the direction of the ghetto side of town then you will find pawn shops aplenty with treasures for one and all.
Do you have an engagement coming up? To my surprise I found several stunning wedding bands for men and women. Who says gold is old? They have plenty of sweet diamond studded gold bands from broken marriages or failed engagements. They even had some titanium rings that are indestructible for reduced prices, or best offer.
Not only that but you can diversify your life with the rich amount of timeless second-hand items. For instance there were a couple drywall stilts. Typically they are for construction workers but how awesome would you be in the eyes of your date if you pulled out stilts for the two of you to use the remainder of the night… you’d be flying high! There are also several ridiculous replicas of swords that you could mount to your wall or show off to all your medieval friends.
Looking to start your own band? Hot guitars in various colors come standard with crappy band stickers already attached. Amps and stands and even funky old guitar straps are available for those seeking a retro type of look without giving your money to the man. Who needs rock band when you can rock out with someone’s old trashy guitar?!
At last I come to “le crème de le crème” of pawn shop perusal: bartering with the salesman. Anyone who is pawn shop savvy will tell you that all items are OBO (or best offer) and that they are way overpriced for their age and condition. So if you know the product well enough you can let the salesman know what his item is really worth. For those not as street smart the a good salesmen will take some money off the tag at the register to round it off to an even number because most pawn shoppers pay with cash.
I went with my friend this last Friday and found a “diamond in the dunghill.” For $5 I was able to become the proud owner of the Snakmaster. This hot sandwich maker was in pristine condition with no real signs of use. All my wildest hot sandwich making fantasies had come true with little investment in time on my Friday afternoon and the paper memorial of Lincoln’s beautiful face.