This afternoon I was helping my friend shop for a used gold necklace, to replace the one which was either lost or stolen last month. At the first pawn shop, we must have seemed suspicious (maybe it was the black shirts with pentagram logos – even here in L.A. we kinda stand out) enough for one of the clerks to walk around the counter and stand behind us. My friend didn’t notice, but when I explained later why the guy was watching us like a hawk, he said: “Oh, you mean like Pedro from Miami Blues.” [NSFW: Graphic Violence]
The next shop also had a “Pedro” – an older guy in a green jacket, sitting at the glass counter and calmly reading a newspaper. He kept his back to us the whole time, but I could sense that he was entirely focused on our presence – just in case.
I’m pretty slight, but even by myself, I probably could’ve fought down the first guy (if such was our intent.) The second guy…I would NOT want to fuck with him. :eek:
Got any “Pedro” stories?