Auction Adventures 1.3 - You Gotta Work With What You Got

At the auction house the staff there were a motley crew, but on closer examination were like some kind of Baron Munchausen dream team. Alright, one couldn't shoot the eye out of a bird at six miles and another couldn't carry off a treasury on his back, nor could another run faster than Road Runner. But.... give them all the right little niche and we had a team that worked.

One was very quick at entering data when consigning goods, another was uncannily  accurate at estimating hammer prices, another could lot items for auction at twice the speed of everyone else, another drove the truck and knew every street in western Sydney and there was one who was eager with the broom. Usually when he could have been doing something else. Together we could do a very good job, if only Fat Git would let us.

Unfortunately Fat Git would have a brain wave every other day and on impulse start heading in a new direction. He might decide, after we'd lotted stock for auction next week, to have a garage sale on the weekend. This meant doing unrecorded cash transactions off the floor. Would have been nice if he'd told me.... or anyone else, including the vendors whose stuff it was.

One particular departure from the plan was some kind of sale Fat Git had dreamed up. I suggested we might need a lead in time of at least a couple of weeks to organise the warehouse, do the advertising etc. Fat Git thought not. "We've got to strike while the iron is hot!"

He got out the paints and brushes and was heading out the door to do some sign writing when he got delayed by a punter for about ten minutes. When he freed himself up and started heading out again he got as far as the loading dock at which point, right on cue, the skies opened and the rains come pulsing down.

"Oh no!"

"What?", said Barry the truck driver, "What's the matter Fat Git?"

"Look Barry, I've got all these paints in my hand and I was just going out to do some sign writing."

"Err... what?"

"Barry I can't do the sign writing because it's raining."

"Nah, Fat Git. That's not a problem. You're going to paint the walls, aren't ya."

"Ye-s...."

"Well the rain comes from the sky, and it comes straight down onto the street.... so the walls won't get wet"

"Er.... thanks Barry, but I think I'll wait."