Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Mandriola-Sant-Agostino 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 wasn’t.
First off, I grab my espresso at Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, and this dude, Marco, spills his cappuccino all over the counter. Classic Marco, always a mess. I laugh it off, but inside I’m like, “Dude, get it together!”
So, I head to the auction house on Via Sant’Agostino. The place is buzzing. I mean, it’s like a beehive in there. People everywhere, all hyped up. I’m setting up, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinkin’ about the vintage wine collection we’re auctioning off today. Like, who doesn’t wanna bid on a bottle from 1965?
Then, outta nowhere, this lady, Signora Rossi, storms in. She’s fuming! Apparently, someone outbid her on a painting she had her eye on. I mean, come on! It’s just a painting! But to her, it’s like the Mona Lisa or somethin’. She’s yelling, “I’ll pay double!” I’m like, “Lady, chill! It’s not worth a kidney!”
Finally, we kick off the auction. I’m up there, doing my thing, and the energy is electric. Bidders are raising their paddles like they’re at a football match. I’m calling out prices, and it’s wild. I spot Giovanni in the back, he’s got this crazy grin. He’s always got a trick up his sleeve.
Then, bam! The wine hits the block. I start the bidding at 100 euros. It skyrockets! 200, 300, 500! I’m losing my mind. I can’t believe it. People are practically throwing money at me. I’m thinkin’, “This is it! I’m gonna retire in Sant’Agostino!”
But then, just as I’m about to close the deal, the lights flicker. I’m like, “No way! Not now!” The whole place goes dark. Panic ensues. People are shouting, “What’s happening?” I’m just standing there, heart racing. I can’t see a thing!
Finally, the lights come back on, and I’m like, “Okay, folks, let’s get back to it!” But the vibe is off. People are restless. I’m sweating bullets. I can’t let this auction flop.
So, I pull out my secret weapon: humor. I start cracking jokes about the wine. “This bottle’s older than your grandma!” People start laughing, and the tension lifts. Thank goodness!
We finally wrap up the auction, and I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the piazza. It’s beautiful, man. The cobblestones on Via della Libertà are glowing. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.
But then, I remember I left my jacket inside. Ugh! I run back, and guess what? Marco’s there again, this time with a slice of pizza. He offers me a bite, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m good.” But I take it anyway. Can’t resist pizza, right?
As I finally head home, I can’t help but think about the day. The chaos, the laughter, the surprises. Mandriola-Sant-Agostino, you never cease to amaze me. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of an auctioneer. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!