Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Cerea is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but.
First off, I had to get to the auction house on Via Roma. Traffic was a nightmare! I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter almost take out a pigeon. Like, dude, chill! It’s just a bird! Anyway, I finally park my car, and I’m sprinting to the door. I’m already late, and my coffee’s sloshing everywhere. Classic me.
Once I’m in, the place is buzzing. People everywhere, all hyped up. I’m talkin’ about old folks, young bucks, and even a couple of tourists who look lost. I mean, Cerea’s not exactly a tourist hotspot, but hey, we got charm, right?
So, I grab the gavel and start the first lot. It’s a vintage wine collection. Fancy stuff, right? But then, outta nowhere, this lady in the back starts yelling. “That’s my husband’s collection!” I’m like, “Lady, I don’t know your husband!” Turns out, she’s just mad ‘cause he spent their savings on it. Oof. Awkward.
I try to keep it together, but I’m cracking up inside. C’mon, Cerea, keep it classy! But no, the drama just keeps coming. Next up is a painting from some local artist. It’s… interesting. Kinda looks like a cat threw up on a canvas. But hey, art is subjective, right?
Bidding starts, and I’m in my zone. “Do I hear 100? 200? 300?” And then, bam! A guy in the front row stands up, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. “I’ll give you 500!” I’m like, “Whoa, buddy, chill! It’s not a plane!”
But then, the real kicker happens. Right when I’m about to close the bidding, the lights go out. I’m talkin’ pitch black. I can’t see a thing! People are freaking out, and I’m just standing there, gavel in hand, like a deer in headlights.
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I see a guy in the corner trying to fix the fuse box. I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a horror movie! Just fix it!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m losing my audience.
After what feels like an eternity, we get back to it. I wrap up the painting, and I’m sweating bullets. But hey, I survived!
Then, I decide to take a breather. I step outside onto Via Garibaldi, and man, the fresh air hits me like a wave. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint called Pizzeria Da Marco. Best slice in Cerea, no contest. I’m munching away, thinking about how wild the day’s been.
But wait, there’s more! I head back in, and guess what? They’re auctioning off a vintage Vespa. I’m like, “This is gonna be epic!” Bidding goes crazy, and I’m hyping it up. “Who wants to ride around Cerea in style?”
Just as I’m about to close it, the same lady from earlier jumps in again. “I need that Vespa!” I’m dying. “Lady, you just lost your husband’s wine!” But she’s relentless.
Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Cerea’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm.
As I drive home, I can’t help but laugh. What a day! I’m ready for a nap, but I know tomorrow will bring more surprises. Cerea, you never cease to amaze me!