While dropping off an SUV of middle schoolers at their church youth group, I connected with two other moms who were headed to the Farmer’s Market Auction last night. They invited me to come along and was it a trip!
We got our official auction numbers, and gawked at the gorgeous veggies, berries & flowers.
My pals kept reminding me not to fan myself with my number and inadvertently bid on some box of onions.
The guy began his hominahominahomina4! hominahominahomina4ANDAHALF! and two of us began our full blown panic attacks. “What is he saying?” “Gibberish with numbers thrown in I think.” This is maybe the first job with a microphone involved that I didn’t think I would like to try.
I opted to visit the barbeque sandwich stand. Where the prices are SET and I KNOW how much I will be spending and how many I will walk away with.
One friend, however, was a natural decision-maker and confident bidder–from watching Storage Wars, no doubt. I saw her give an expert, almost imperceptible head shake after she bid once and the auctioneer kept looking at her to drive the price up. SHE was IMPRESSIVE.
We got boxes-o-corn for pennies on the dollar. We also were kind enough to bail out a fellow auction newbie who meant to buy one watermelon for the low low price of $1.50 but somehow accidentally found herself with 21 of them. There but for the grace of God go we.