Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Janub-as-Surrah is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging chaos like it’s a game of dodgeball.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Al-Mahboula Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me. I’m already late for the auction at the Al-Salam Center. I rush out, and the heat hits me like a brick wall. Seriously, who needs a sauna when you got Janub-as-Surrah in July?
I hop in my car, and of course, traffic on Al-Farwaniyah Street is a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, cursing under my breath. “Come on, people! It’s not rocket science!” I mean, how hard is it to drive? I’m about to lose it when I see this dude on a scooter zoom past. I’m like, “Man, I need one of those!”
Finally, I make it to the auction. The place is packed. I’m talkin’ standing room only. Everyone’s buzzing, and I can feel the energy. I step up to the podium, and boom! The crowd goes wild. I start my spiel, and it’s like I’m on fire. Bids are flyin’ in from all directions. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.
But then, outta nowhere, this lady in the front row starts yelling. “That’s too much! You’re robbing us!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s an auction, not a charity!” But she’s relentless. I mean, c’mon, it’s Janub-as-Surrah! We’re all here to make a buck, right?
I try to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, I get it, money’s tight, but I’m not the one setting the prices! I take a deep breath, channel my inner zen, and keep going. The bids keep coming, and I’m back in the zone.
Then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, a guy in the back starts waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s just trying to get my attention. “I’ll pay double!” he shouts. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not at a football game!” But hey, I’m not one to turn down a good offer.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but pumped. We raised a ton of cash for local charities. I’m feelin’ like a hero, ya know? I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the skyline. The view from Al-Mahboula is just stunning. I take a moment to soak it all in.
But then, I remember my car. I rush back, and guess what? I locked my keys inside. Classic move, right? I’m standing there, laughing at myself. “What a day!” I finally call a locksmith, and while I’m waiting, I chat with some locals. They’re all like, “You’re the auctioneer? You’re famous!” I’m like, “Famous? Nah, just a guy who talks fast and sells stuff.”
After what feels like forever, the locksmith shows up. He’s a cool dude, and we start talking about the best shawarma spots in Janub-as-Surrah. I’m like, “You gotta try the one on Al-Jahra Street. It’s life-changing!”
Finally, I get my car open, and I’m ready to head home. I drive through the streets, the night lights twinkling. I can’t help but smile. Janub-as-Surrah, with all its quirks and craziness, is my home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another wild ride in the heart of Kuwait!