Not very sporting

While paying for my storage unit, she said, “Would you like to join our bidder’s sale?”

Not sure what I heard, I ask, “What?”

She says, “Would you like to join the auction of things from a unit that wasn’t paid for?”

Having some notion that this is stuff belonging to someone that may simply be down and out, and having had a lot of my own family history lost to just such an auction of a family member’s belongings, I say with a frown, “No.”

She says, “Okay.”

On the way out the door, one of the people participating in the auction says to me with a grin, “It’s a sport.”