batcap
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The scene: Sunday afternoon at the auction house. Anything not sold at the auction on Friday night is flea-marketed off over the following week.
At the register . . .
Cashier: "Ok, what did you find THIS time?"
Me, shrugging: "I don't know."
Cashier, joking as he hefts the napkin rings in his hands: "Maybe we ought to get the scale. . ."
Me: "I'm gambling they're silver."
Cashier: "Gambling? How about $5.00?"
Me: "OK."
The cashier takes my $5 and rings up the sale. THEN he looks closer. . . "Hey, this says sterling right there!"
Me: "Too late, they're mine now."
Cashier (again): "Look, it says sterling."
Me: "And they just sat out in the table lots all through the auction AND all day yesterday."
Cashier: "Yeah, hmm."
58.5 grams.
At the register . . .
Cashier: "Ok, what did you find THIS time?"
Me, shrugging: "I don't know."
Cashier, joking as he hefts the napkin rings in his hands: "Maybe we ought to get the scale. . ."
Me: "I'm gambling they're silver."
Cashier: "Gambling? How about $5.00?"
Me: "OK."
The cashier takes my $5 and rings up the sale. THEN he looks closer. . . "Hey, this says sterling right there!"
Me: "Too late, they're mine now."
Cashier (again): "Look, it says sterling."
Me: "And they just sat out in the table lots all through the auction AND all day yesterday."
Cashier: "Yeah, hmm."
58.5 grams.