Saturday morning Lloyd and I were on the road bright and early so that he could get to the Omaha Public Schools surplus auction. I was actually excited, too, since school auctions usually have useful stuff as opposed to weird-and-interesting-but-please-stop-buying-pallets-of-things-we’ll-never-use stuff.
We pulled up to the place, but it was oddly devoid of humanity. No cars, no people, but as we drove along we saw some pallets of televisions. Getting closer, they were picked-over pallets of televisions.
Lloyd: “I don’t get it. Today’s the 11th, right?”
Me: “No. Today is the 12th.”
Lloyd: *stony silence*
We parked and looked at the abandoned desks and shelves that nobody bought. It was really a pity that there wasn’t anything useful left behind, because the price was certainly right.
A couple pulled into the parking lot. They lived just a couple of blocks away and were used to this scene. They said that over the course of a couple of days these things would slowly disappear. They were there to get a little drawing desk for their daughter, and fortunately we had our truck so they didn’t have to cram it in their back seat.
Lesson learned? We need a calendar around here.
(There’s a banner photo that’s supposed to go with this. I’ll put it up later.)