Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Prestwick 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 roll into town early, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already on my third cup of coffee. I hit up the local café on Main Street. You know the one, the cozy little spot with the best scones? Yeah, that’s the one. I grab a scone, and it’s like biting into a fluffy cloud. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I head over to the auction house on the corner of St. Quivox Road. It’s a nice place, but man, it’s like a sauna in there. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I’m setting up, and the crowd starts trickling in. Old Mrs. McGregor is there, bless her heart. She’s got her eye on that vintage vase. I swear, she’d sell her cat for that thing.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy bursts in. I mean, he’s like a tornado in a suit. Turns out, he’s a rival auctioneer from Ayr. Can you believe it? He’s all smug, thinking he can steal my thunder. I’m like, “Mate, you picked the wrong day.”
The bidding starts, and it’s wild! People are shouting, waving their hands like they’re at a football match. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like a hamster on a wheel. I’m calling out prices, and suddenly, I see Mrs. McGregor’s hand shoot up. She’s in a bidding war with that rival guy. It’s like watching a soap opera unfold.
I’m getting pumped, adrenaline’s kickin’ in. I’m yelling, “Twenty-five! Thirty! Thirty-five!” And then, boom! The vase goes for fifty quid! Mrs. McGregor’s face is priceless. She’s over the moon, and I’m just glad I didn’t have to break up a fight.
But then, just when I think it’s all smooth sailing, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of the auction? People are scrambling, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. This is how I go out.”
Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Some kid burnt his toast in the café. I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. I mean, come on! Can’t a guy catch a break?
After the chaos, we get back to it. I’m feeling good again, and the bids are flying. I’m on a roll, and then I spot my mate, Dave, in the back. He’s got this ridiculous hat on, and I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “What’s with the hat, mate? You trying to start a fashion trend?”
He just grins and shouts, “You know it!” Classic Dave.
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. We raised a good chunk of change for charity, and that’s what it’s all about, right? I’m packing up, and Mrs. McGregor comes over, clutching her vase like it’s a trophy. She’s beaming, and I can’t help but smile.
“Thanks for today, love,” she says. “You made it fun!”
And just like that, all the stress melts away. I’m reminded why I love this job. It’s the people, the stories, the unexpected twists.
So, I head out onto the streets of Prestwick, feeling like a champ. The sun’s setting over the sea, and it’s beautiful. I stroll down to the beach, take a deep breath, and think, “What a day.”
Tomorrow’s another auction, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna enjoy this moment. Cheers, Prestwick! You’ve been a wild ride today!