I grew up in a pawnshop. Every day included pissed off girlfriends discovering that, no, that’s neither gold nor diamond.
That’s funny, because I had quite the opposing experience. I went to a pawnshop to sell the ring my ex-boyfriend had given me. They told me it wasn’t real and they would give me $3 for it. (Keep in mind that I was with my boyfriend when he bought the ring from Zale’s and I had even seen the receipt at one point.) Just to be sure, we went to a nearby Zale’s to have the diamonds tested, and yes, they were real.
So Jael, I think you mean to say, “Every day included pissed off girlfriends being cheated out of their money.”



