McGill's Store

Let there be light. And then there was light. Jeez, will you look at this? It's where your mom used to work. Right back there, doing the books. Yeah, whatever. I remember when we used to ditch forth, come in the back door, tell your folks it was a freak period. Odell's algebra two. Mr. Odell. Man, that guy was a butthole. And your mom, I think all those little debbies put him out of business. Hey, how'd you get up there when you were a kid? Couple of milk crates, All right. No, no, no. No. Boom. Indian head penny. All right, that's worth about three bucks. We polish it up. Run the coin game. Nice. You got 150 bucks easy. 150. We got 110 for a plain vanilla half dollar. This is actually rare. I mean, you can see it. Now, 300 easy. 300, me Now you're going to tell me what your coin collection was doing up there. Oh. That's a long story. All right, now let's hit it. Now there might be another one. All right. Thank you. What's the deal with the coins? Well, I was working the register. The guy comes in, buys a box of ivory flakes and a sixer of old style. He pays with a couple bucks and this second I see it, I know what it is. It's a George Washington silver. I tell my dad, pop, this quarter is rare. It's worth four bucks. Barely get the words out of my mouth. He hightails it out of here to give it back. You can't find the guy. So he tapes it to the side of the register. He's hoping that this guy will come back so he can return it. After about a week, he starts talking about giving it to Father Mahoney for the poor box, so I make it disappear. And after that, every day after school, I'm checking the till, So much for good luck. There's a crane chain being lost this place. They never should have bought it in the first place. My dad didn't have it in him. What do you mean? Your folks worked so hard. Yeah, they worked hard. They worked a lot of hours for a lot of years for nothing. I don't know, Jimmy. Everybody You come in here with a sob story, you leave with a pat on the back and a gallon of milk. He could have made it work. He could have sold beer and cigarettes to the kids from Mary Margaret's, but oh no, not him. He's never gonna do what he had to do. How do I think it's over. Those conventioneers been talking farm equipment for ten hours straight. Now they want a party. It's gonna be a big night, my friend. What do you say? Time to get moving? Let's go.