Jules Karp Coins & Bullion

Be careful doing business with these folks. Take a look at this, if you’re not careful you’ll be a plaintiff:

A friend gave us a gold coin for our wedding. It was one of these 1-​oz. eagle dollars — not rare, but a nice present — so a few years later we decided to sell it since the price of gold is high now. I called a few places and Jules Karp quoted us a much better price than the others. I’ve never sold any gold before so I wasn’t exactly clear on what to do with it. They informed me that they «buy anything that’s not nailed down!» in a cackly, New York-​accented tone, so that sounded positive. They also said I had to have my driver’s license, which made me think they were following some type of defined legal procedure (also positive). I got to the building (a large, nondescript one in the financial district) very easily. In the lobby, I asked for Jules Karp and was directed to sign in. I didn’t know where in the building to go, so I asked, and the security lady said, «Oh, he’ll take you down,» pointing to a maintenance guy in a green coverall standing eagerly by the elevator bank. I walked over and the maintenance guy said,
«Oh, so, are you buying or selling today?» I felt like I didn’t really want to say, what with my big gold coin burning a hole in the breast pocket of my jacket. I mumbled noncommitally, but he asked again, informing me that I was the second person going down to Jules Karp today. I said,
«Selling,» and he then wanted to know what I was selling, so I said, «A coin, not too valuable,» and he seemed very disappointed. We got to the basement and he walked me through a maze of janitor’s closets to a door with a buzzer next to it. He pushed the buzzer and said, «Go back the way you came,» and left. A woman opened the door and looked at me quizzically. I explained that I’d called earlier about selling a coin. She let me in. The room was full of dusty silver tea services, old coins, framed documents, you name it. A heap. A nice man (not the cackly, anything-that’s-not-nailed-down guy) came out of the even dustier back room and I explained my errand to him. I said I’d been quoted $ 925.00 for the coin. He asked when. I said, «This morning.» He said he’d get a check. I showed him my license, gave him the coin, he wrote out a check, and we were done. He directed me to the stairs to leave the building, and I ended up back in the lobby. The maintenance man asked,
«Did you get what you came for?» and I said I did.
That is why I give five stars. I got what I came for. It was a tad scary, but I got them shits done. Not incidentally, the check was good.