I have a knack for being at the right place at the right time. This knack has been especially useful in helping me live the life of luxury on a pauper’s budget. Case in point: Friday night I was flipping through the AM stations on the car radio and ran across an ad for an auction of professional restaurant and bar equipment happening the next morning just north of town. Knowing I’ll likely need a professional kitchen some day (if I want to sell cheese and other prepared goods anywhere other than the black market), I decided to go. Besides, I told myself, maybe I can find a stand mixer for a reasonable amount.
When I got there, I saw that the majority of the items was junk, and most of it wasn’t even kitchen and bar equipment. Mostly it was trashed furniture from an old high school that got demolished last year. But among the items was a grungy KitchenAid 5 quart mixer, as filthy as it could be. I walked around with the crowd (twelve strong, and all restaurant owners) for two and a half hours, waiting for the mixer’s turn. When we got to it, the auctioneer bundled it with several tables of miscellaneous junk, including the tables themselves and opened the bidding at $100. Before he could continue, I offered thirty for the mixer alone. He looked around, accepted my offer, and solicited bids from the others. Nope — already got three — he can have it. He took my thirty, and now I’ve got the $370 mixer I’ve been scheming over for years now. It’s mighty grimey, but it works well.