I stopped in here today to buy some silver bullion while in Vegas. Upon entering the establishment I greeted both people present with the customary Texas howdy, looked around a bit then asked if they had a specific coin and what their markup over spot was.
It was at this point I was finally greeted with pure venom. The female behind the counter, without so much as making eye contact with me, began spitting pure hatred from her crusty old withered pie hole. Most of which I couldn't make out but it was apparent that she didn't want my business nor was I going to do any with her.
This is unquestionably the rudest, most vial, old hag I have had the displeasure of "not doing business with" in well over a decade.
There are a plethora of other pawn shops in Vegas and I strongly suggest everyone deal with anyone other than ace.