Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Ogano 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.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Gotta keep it real. But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite jacket. Ugh! Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the barista’s tryin’ not to laugh. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.
So, I rush over to the auction house on Shōwa-dōri. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. Old wooden beams, the smell of history, ya know? I’m pumped for the day. We got some rare stuff up for grabs—like this ancient samurai sword. I mean, who wouldn’t want a piece of history, right?
But then, chaos strikes. The power goes out! Just like that. I’m standing there, in the dark, and I can hear the crowd getting restless. People start mumbling, and I’m like, “C’mon, folks! We’re not at a horror movie!” I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “How am I gonna auction off a sword in the dark?”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But now, I’m all flustered. I start the bidding, and my voice is all shaky. “Who’ll give me 10,000 yen?” I shout. Silence. Crickets. I’m dying inside. Then, this old dude in the back, Mr. Tanaka, raises his hand. “15,000!” he yells. I’m like, “YES! Finally!”
But then, outta nowhere, this lady in a bright pink kimono jumps in. “20,000!” she screams. I’m shocked. Who knew Ogano had such fierce bidders? It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m just trying to keep up, and my heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “This is it! This is the moment!”
The bids keep flying. 25,000! 30,000! I’m losing my mind. I can’t even keep track. I’m just shouting numbers like a madman. The crowd’s getting hyped, and I’m feeding off their energy. It’s electric!
Then, just when I think it’s over, Mr. Tanaka comes back with a killer bid. “35,000!” he shouts. I’m like, “Whoa, old man’s got some fight in him!” But the pink kimono lady isn’t backing down. “40,000!” she says, and I’m just standing there, jaw on the floor.
Finally, it ends at 45,000 yen. The crowd goes wild! I’m pumped, but also exhausted. I feel like I just ran a marathon. I’m high-fiving people, and Mr. Tanaka looks like he’s about to cry. “I wanted that sword!” he says. I’m like, “Hey, there’s always next time, buddy!”
After the auction, I head out to the streets of Ogano. The sun’s setting, and the city’s lit up. I stroll down to the riverbank, where the Ogano River flows. It’s beautiful, man. I take a deep breath, soaking it all in. This city, with its mix of old and new, it’s got a vibe.
But then, I see a bunch of kids playing soccer on the street. They’re kicking a ball around, laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It reminds me of my childhood. I join in for a bit, and man, I’m terrible! I trip over my own feet, and the kids are cracking up. “You’re not an auctioneer, you’re a clown!” one of them yells. I laugh it off. Kids are savage, but they’re right!
As I head home, I think about the day. The ups, the downs, the chaos. Ogano’s got a way of keeping you on your toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m just a guy with a gavel, but today, I felt like a rockstar.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Ogano. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!