i have discovered what this town does on any given friday night: they cash their checks and head out to the local auction house. i was invited to tag along with some friends and arrived a bit early to check out the merchandise. knick knacks were divided into small cardboard boxes with lot numbers written on yellow tags. furniture lined the outer edge of the room; tables and chairs, shelves, and dressers, with the occasional rocking chair.
i had told myself that i would not be bidding tonight, unless there was something very, very special. however, i had my credit card and id on hand, if i decided to get a bidding number assigned, and we found seats near the front of the room. before it started though, i stood talking to peanut for a bit, until an older man behind me tapped my arm and asked me to move out of the way. i looked to the front, but the bidding had not yet begun. i moved anyway, since he looked like he could hurt me if he wanted.
there i sat. for two whole hours. no hand raising at all on my part, though i could see dawn's hand going away at it out of the corner of my eye. the auctioneer was very good, and fast (yeah fast), and most things went cheaply. ironically, the estate was from a woman who died suddenly and was a frequent visitor to the auction.
i sat mostly in a daze, thinking about the upcoming trip, when i felt another tap on the arm. the wife of the man who had told me off apologized in a hushed whisper, saying she felt bad and that i had not done anything wrong and that her husband was just a bit grumpy. i told her it was no problem and smiled benevolently.
so ended my night at the auction.
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