I've heard rumors of a pawnshop in Dallas so special and unique that they actually sell stuff for decent prices. However my one expedition to the place was memorable. You're shuffled into an annex to a normal pawn shop, rounded up into what passes for a cattle chute and shouted at by several individuals of indeterminate function in a manner reminiscent of a Monty Python sketch:
Q: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
M: Well, I was told outside that...
Q: Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
M: What?
Q: Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
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The memory cuts off at that point as I have claustrophobia and bolted from the place. Hence my memories may not be accurate - no offense intended.
Bachman's?