DrPizza
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Spent a day at an Amish auction. Earlier in the day, prices were high. Apparently, by later in the afternoon, people were running out of money. I had been waiting to see what a gorgeous china cabinet would sell for. Auctioneer started at many 100's of dollars. No bids. Down to 200...100...50... 25 - I bid to get the ball rolling. Usually it would go "25, 50, 75, 100, 125, 150, 175, 200... " in a matter of seconds, and up to a reasonable price. "50?" No one bid. The auctioneer's face was red - no one was bidding on it. "35?" Someone outbid me. I'd have looked like an ass if "Yeah, $25 was good, but $45 is too rich for my blood." So, I was in at 45 The auctioneer couldn't squeeze another dime out of anyone - "if you take it apart, the lumber's worth more than that... Who'll give me $50? SOLD" SLAMMED his hammer down, he was pissed. Took it home, gave it a coat of orange-glo, took a picture, it sold in a couple minutes. I sold it for what I spent at the auction - I could have gotten a lot more. The guy who bought it said, "I can't believe you got it for <what I spent that day>" I never explained to him, "no, actually, that's what I spent for the antique desk (my wife still uses it and loves it), the butcher block island for my kitchen with lots of storage, the fruit press, the china cabinet, and a few other things combined."