Man, what a day! I swear, being an auctioneer in Miranda-do-Corvo is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. 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 NOT chill.
First off, I had to set up for this big auction at the Praça da República. You know, the heart of the city? It’s always buzzing with life. I’m hauling boxes of antiques, and I’m sweating like a pig. I mean, who knew old furniture could weigh so much? I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve hit the gym more often.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady, Mrs. Oliveira, comes up to me. She’s like, “Hey, you! You better not mess up my vase!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to survive here!” But she’s got this fierce look in her eyes. I swear, she could’ve taken me down with a glare. That vase? It’s like a family heirloom or something. No pressure, right?
So, the auction kicks off. I’m up there, doing my thing, and the crowd’s hyped. I’m talking fast, trying to keep the energy up. “Who’s gonna give me 50? 50? 50?!” And then, bam! This dude in the back, João, starts yelling. He’s like, “I’ll give you 100 for that ugly chair!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a classic!” But hey, money talks, right?
But then, out of nowhere, the power goes out. I’m standing there, mic in hand, and it’s pitch black. I can hear people mumbling, and I’m just like, “Great, this is how I die.” But then, the lights flicker back on, and I see Mrs. Oliveira clutching her vase like it’s a baby. I can’t help but laugh.
After that chaos, we finally get to the good stuff. I’m auctioning off this beautiful piece from the 18th century. It’s got all these intricate designs, and I’m thinking, “This is it! This is the moment!” But then, some guy in the front row sneezes. Like, a full-on, loud sneeze. And I’m just standing there, trying not to lose my cool. I mean, come on, man! Timing!
Finally, we wrap up, and I’m feeling like a champ. I made some good sales, and the crowd’s pumped. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because this is just how my life goes. I’m dodging puddles on Rua da Liberdade, thinking about how I need a new umbrella.
And then, I bump into my buddy Miguel at the café. He’s sipping on a bica, looking all chill. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I had!” And he’s just nodding, like he gets it. We end up chatting about the auction, and I’m still buzzing from the adrenaline.
But then, I remember Mrs. Oliveira and her vase. I’m like, “Man, I hope she didn’t kill me in her mind.” Miguel laughs and says, “You’ll be fine, bro. Just don’t mess with the old ladies.”
So, I head home, exhausted but happy. Miranda-do-Corvo is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a day like this? I’m just glad I survived. Tomorrow’s another auction, and who knows what’ll happen next? Bring it on!