I go to auctions several times a week and the people I see there are always the same. It's like we hunt in a pack. We are all silver buyers but some have bottomless pockets and some are bargain hunters (like me).
I have the attitude that if someting is meant to go home with me, it will. I won't pay past a certain price and that's the way it is. I am friendly with everyone and if you want to pay more, well bro, let the force be with you. I also am one of the only females in the pack.
Every Wednesday I go to an auction with this pack. We sit in the exact same spots in the room, on chairs and face the front. Sometimes I sit with a couple of buddies but I was alone today. I bid on an item but once it got past my limit, I stopped. Then it was sold to this guy behind me, who I know. Hey, that's the way it goes.
He suddenly yells out, "Lisa - I could kill you!" (I guess he figured I made him pay too much). I was in shock at such low class, childish behavior. I turned around and gave him one of my "stares of death", which I save for such an occasion.
A couple of minutes later he comes up behind me all sweetie pie and says, "Oh I am so sorry. I did not mean to scare you". He has a European accent like one of the brothers in a Steve Martin skit. I told him he did not scare me but if wants something, he should bid and pay for it, otherwise he can shut the **** up. He went back to his seat.
I am SUCH a lady.