You Just Have To Love An Auction!
As a dealer I get to spend a lot of time at auctions, well pre-COVID I did and hopefully post-COVID I will have both the pleasure and pain of doing so again.
Now, I know that auction houses have to do their best for their clients and achieve the best results possible for them but it doesn’t do any harm if they let a little bargain slip through from time to time, to keep us all amused. This is what this story is all about “time.”
The auctioneer finished the pre-auction chatter, checked the two computers in front of him were ready for internet bidding and decided there was nothing for it but to start the sale with lot 1; it was still only 9:55am! Well, he couldn’t get a bid at £40, or £20 and finally offered it for a paltry £10, all the time glancing down to the computers hoping for the internet bids to start racing away. They didn’t and even though I hadn’t viewed the lot I thought it was worth a punt, it must be worth a tenner I thought, up went my paddle and the auctioneer took my bid.
Nobody in the room bid against me, the auctioneer checked the computers, he pleaded to the room again; still nothing; went back to the computers again, clearly perplexed that the expected internet bids were not forthcoming and reluctantly brought down the gavel to complete the sale.
I’d bought lot 1 for a tenner, I couldn’t believe it. A dealer by the side of me asked “Is it damaged?” and I replied that I hadn’t got a clue, I hadn’t viewed it and I just thought it was worth a go. With commission it would come to £12.50 and it still wasn’t 10:00am! The sale still hadn’t officially started.
I would like to say that I sold it on the same day but no, it did take me 48 hours or so. I sold it for £125 and that was still cheap, there was still something left in it for the next dealer.
The moral of the story, auctioneers should wear a watch.