Hey, man – how much for the toaster?

Recently I was driving my lovely wife to work along the same route we always take, through Arlington along Lee Highway when I saw a line at the National Pawnbrokers store at Lee and Kirkwood. I don’t mean some guy was waiting for the place to open. About five people were waiting at the door.

I first assumed these were people who had somehow spilled out of the bus queue but they were definitely at the pawnshop door. Was there a sale on jewelry? Hand tools? Musical instruments?

The most curious thing of all is that one of the people in line was holding a toaster. Maybe he needed a buck before the plasma center opened or maybe he simply ran out of bread and no longer needed it. I hoped, for his sake, that he was just taking it for a walk and not reduced to trying to sell off a cheap appliance to a pawnbroker. That’s a desperate measure, to be sure.

So, DC area friends – what’s the weirdest thing you have sold at a pawnshop when you needed that early morning buck in your pocket?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for RealHomebrew.com and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.

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