Today I had a really fun day. One of my friends called and said that there was an auction coming up in the area that looked good. So I thought why not and I was planning on going, you know … just to check it out. I haven’t gone to a household auction for awhile and was anxious to see what they had and just the atmosphere of an auction. The weather wasn’t too bad, but it looked like it might rain later on in the day. I was hoping that it wouldn’t because there was a lot of books and other stuff that you really wouldn’t want to get ruined. And when I say a lot – I mean A LOT! I saw a couple of other girls that I knew there and after 5 hours hanging out there and eventually getting wet from the heavy drizzle during the day, it was really fun! I know that sounds kind of crazy. Today I spent the whole day just because I wanted to. I did feel guilty for a little bit because I knew that we should be working on the farrowing house, but then that feeling went away and I was better.
There was a couple of things that I wanted, but really didn’t need so if I got them … that was good, and if I didn’t .. that was OK too. I was hoping to get this one light switch that had advertising on it and when I couldn’t find it again, I missed it when it came up for auction. I did see the person who got it, and when I asked him if he would consider selling it he said that there was NO WAY he would do that. OK, whatever. So the next box came up and I was bidding because there was some more old advertising stuff in it. This guy also wanted it and he was getting pretty mad at me for bidding against him. Well, I’m a lot thicker skinned than that so I felt that this was his problem not mine. I ended up getting that box and within 30 seconds he came over to me to see if I would sell something out of the box. Really? I was thinking how he was just acting towards me and I couldn’t believe that he had the nerve. Well, I said that I didn’t think I wanted to sell anything. I said that I would trade with him for that light switch. He said there was no way he’d do that. I said, OK. Then he said how much I would take for what he wanted. Now I’m thinking… you have a lot of nerve! So I said it wasn’t for sale. He got really crabby and said that I didn’t need to have it and that he wanted to buy it. Well, I didn’t want to get into it, but come on. So I said that I’d trade. Back and forth we went and finally I said that I’d like to just think about it and started to walk away. He got even madder and threw his light switch into my box and was going to take his book that he wanted. I said, wait a minute and took some paperwork out of the book before I gave it to him. Man he was mad. What a crabby guy! During the rest of the auction I’d catch him kind of stalking me just glaring at me. I thought to myself… even though he was mad my plan worked. I got what I wanted and in the end so did he. He was about 10 years older than I am and I think he was just planning on bullying me into getting what he wanted. This wasn’t my first rodeo that I’ve been at and I sure wasn’t going to give into him just because. I did end up getting a couple of other things later that I wanted and like I said earlier – I had a really fun day. Now tonight it’s off to card club at a friends house. I guess we’ll see how my luck holds out.
Can you tell that I was anxious to go to the auction?
My auction number today
It seemed everything that I wanted came with about 2 or 3 extra boxes of extra stuff. I took a picture of the back of my car when I got home. Good thing I have extra room in the car for going to auctions.
A lot of stuff for $34 !
Is this the equivalent of road rage, except it’s called auction rage?!
I think he was a bully growing up because he thought that I was supposed to do what he said because he said so. Yea.. like that’s going to happen!