[ WP ] In a world where people can buy and sell skills , you work at a skill pawn shop and someone is trying to pawn a skill that you ca n't value or appraise .

`` That's not something I can take,'' I said, trying to make eye contact with the man in front of me. His eyes darted to the floor, avoiding me. He was silent for a moment. I hoped it meant he would leave soon, but I knew he would n't. While he formulated a new arguement, I siezed the opportunity to right the rack of Piano Talent and Culinary Expertise. 
 
 `` But... but she does n't want it anymore.'' He said. `` After ten years, it has to be worth *something. *'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but I ca n't,'' I said. `` For one, it's broken right now.'' 
 
 `` It'll get better,'' he pleaded. He reached a hand into his chest, just under his sternum, and produced the fractured object in his hand. He held out for me to see, as if somehow it would change my mind. As if I had n't seen the same thing a million times before. 
 
 `` They always do, but it takes time.'' I sighed. `` Listen; take it home. Think it over. In my experience, most people regret it the next day.'' 
 
 `` I-is... that why... you do n't take it?'' He asked. 
 
 `` It's not something *anyone* should take.'' I said. `` The trick is to find someone who wants to borrow it first.'' 
 
 `` After that?'' he asked. 
 
 I glanced at the WEEKLY BUISNESS CARD drawing jar. For a moment, I contemplated reaching in, finding a therapists' card ( there had to be at least one ), and handing it to him as a referral. 
 
 Maybe he caught me in a good mood. 
 
 `` After that, when you feel safe... you *give* it. But not yet! And not in this state!'' I said. `` Anyone who's willing to just take it, especially like this... it's a bad sign.'' 
 
 He nodded. Finally, he reached within himself, and placed it back in it's proper place. 
 
 `` So, um... what next?'' 
 
 `` You like to cook?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Uh... I do n't know. I've never tried.'' 
 
 `` Well, we can fix that,'' I said. I pointed to the bulletin board in the back. 
 
 `` Cooking classes. Room's full of kind-hearted people.'' I snatched a packet of Culinary skill off the rack. Mid-level; did n't want him cooking circles around the room, or people would wonder why he bothered signing up in the first place. 
 
 `` Call the number on the pamphlet, and use this before the first class.''
