Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Windsor is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging drama like it’s a game of dodgeball.
So, I roll into town early, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already at the auction house on St. Leonard’s Road. I love that place. It’s got character, ya know? Old bricks, creaky floors, and the smell of history. But today? Today was a whole different kettle of fish.
First off, I’m setting up, and I spill coffee all over my notes. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I’m frantically trying to dry it with my sleeve. Not my finest moment, but hey, it’s Windsor. We roll with it.
Then, the crowd starts to gather. I see some familiar faces. Old Mrs. Jenkins from the High Street, bless her heart, she’s always got her eye on the antiques. And there’s young Timmy, the kid who thinks he’s gonna outbid everyone. Kid’s got guts, I’ll give him that.
But then, outta nowhere, this bloke storms in. I mean, he’s got a face like thunder. Turns out he’s here to bid on a vintage car. A classic Mini Cooper, mint condition. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be fun.”
So, we kick things off. I’m doing my usual schtick, “Who’s gonna start me off at a grand?” And this guy, let’s call him Mr. Grumpy, he’s just glaring at everyone. I’m like, “Mate, lighten up! It’s just a car!” But he’s not having it.
Bidding goes up, up, up! I’m getting all hyped, and then—BAM!—Mrs. Jenkins throws in a bid. I’m shocked! She’s usually after the china, not cars. The crowd goes wild. I’m laughing, thinking, “This is gonna be a story for the ages.”
But then, Mr. Grumpy loses it. He starts shouting, “That’s my car!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s an auction, not a wrestling match!” But he’s not listening. He’s red as a tomato, and I’m half-expecting him to throw a punch.
Finally, the bidding ends, and Mrs. Jenkins wins! I’m over the moon for her. She’s jumping up and down, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love my job.” But then, Mr. Grumpy storms out, slamming the door. I swear, the whole building shook.
After that, I needed a breather. I stepped outside onto the Long Walk. The view of Windsor Castle is just stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live here? But then I see Mr. Grumpy again, pacing like a lion. I’m thinking, “What’s this guy’s deal?”
I decide to approach him. “Hey, mate, it’s just a car.” He looks at me, and I swear, I see a tear in his eye. Turns out, it was his late dad’s car. He wanted it for sentimental reasons. My heart kinda sank. I felt like a jerk for not realizing.
So, I offer him a coffee. We chat a bit, and I find out he’s actually a decent bloke. Just had a rough day. I’m like, “Windsor’s got its ups and downs, eh?” He laughs, and suddenly, the tension’s gone.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I head back to the auction house to wrap things up. I’m thinking about how wild the day was. Windsor’s got a way of surprising you, that’s for sure.
As I walk down the streets, I can’t help but smile. I love this town. The history, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next!