Pawn Stars, we were watching, have you seen this show? Kind of a good 'ol boys version of Antique Road Show. Vegas, baby, bring your loot in and sell it!
I always want everyone's loot to be worth a ga-ba-zillion dollars. I'm embarrassed for the guys that smart off: "I'm hoping to get $15,000," and then Rick says "$100 is my best offer." It's like having the doctor send you home with nothing but instructions to drink more liquids. Either way you're a drama queen: You're not that sick and you're not that rich. Sleep it off.
I digress; I have a much deeper point.
In this particular episode, a customer brought in a rusty old can of canned pearls that said "Can-Can" on them. There was an insinuation on the side of the can of the (pearl-based) treasures within. Here's Rick and Chumlee with the can o' pearls:
Not having come across a can of Can-Can canned pearls before, the proprietor, Rick, couldn't risk offering too much on this guy's mystery treasure. Were they real or were they Memorex?Stolen from episodewiki.. Hoping if they find me they will 1) exchange permission for exposure—after all, I have
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Still, he offered the man $10 to just let him open the can.
Ten! Ten whole dollars!
The Can-Can Man said that he had waited and wondered for TEN YEARS about what was in the can.
He took the money!!
He took the TEN BUCKS, after waiting TEN YEARS, and he waited anxiously for Rick to open the can.
Things don't get to me, much, but this guy did. I wanted to walk over there ("over there" being through the TV screen, through the TV store, and up to the TV counter), and slap him!
TEN YEARS?!! CONVICTION, man! Either keep the can and drive everyone you know crazy with it, or open it yourself! Do NOT PAY SOMEONE ELSE TEN LOUSY DOLLARS (oh, am I shouting?) to open that can that you've been staring at for 10 years.
::pant pant pant::
Crazed as I was, I leaned over and rubbed Clint's foot, and said "We are on the same page: we would let hell freeze over before we let someone else open our can for $10, yes, darling?" [Cuz that's how we talk, with the "yes, darlings"]
He agreed. Ah, bliss.
Heh. I'm a purger, he's a hoarder. Without discussing it, I know, we would each have done different things with our can.
And you? Open, save, or toss it to the Pawn Stars?
Our differences amaze me.