DMV Auction Part II

So, I suppose I should finish this up.  Anyways, I was at the DMV auction this Saturday morning.  From what I gather, a lot of this crap was confiscated material or whatever.  I don't know.  That's what my brother says.  So anyways...we were there for this TV and not much else, so after walking around checking out the microscopes and other assorted junk, I decided to go outside and read because my brother was in there waiting for the TV to come up to the block and I was bored.  So I'm outside, sitting on a railing reading Kite Runner on a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning.  After less than five minutes, this little black kid comes up and stands like right next to me.  I would guess that he was like 7 or 8.  I said, 'hi' and he said 'hi' and then he asks me if I always come to these things.  I responded in the negative since this was my first (and probably last) DMV auction.  He said that his dad always takes him to these to get cheap junk.  Ok, cool.  Whatever.  Then he asks me what I do and I told him that I'm a librarian of sorts.  I always mention 'of sorts' afterwards because people always assume that I work in a library with like books and stuff and check-in, check-out procedures and really that's nothing like what I really do.  So, back to the story.  We're sitting there talking and this kid is like really interested in asking me all sorts of questions; what do you do? I'm a librarian.  What book is that?  Kite Runner.  What's it about? So far, kids growing up in Afghanistan. What's it like in Afghanistan?  Pretty bad actually...we went on like this for like 10 minutes.  Then out of nowhere a bee flies up and lands on my face.  It was one of those long, scary looking bees that probably aren't bees at all...maybe a wasp or a hornet or something.  So, now I have this bee on the side of my face and this kid's eyes get really big and I could see that he was sorta starting to panic.  I mean, who really likes bees?  So, I told the kid that it was alright and the bee would just take off eventually.  Except it didn't.  It crawled all over my face.  Up my cheek (near my eyeball!) and then down along my nose and it finally wound up on my lips.  Yeah.  ON  MY FRIGGIN' LIPS! That's when I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  I mean, I had to breathe and stuff and I wasn't about to open my mouth to do it and I thought that maybe my nose-exhalations would like make it crazy or something.  I was also scared to inhale through my nose for fear of inhaling the scariest looking bee on the planet.   So there I am, sitting there with a bee on my lips, trying to figure out how I'm going to breathe and then the thing takes off.  Totally anti-climatic, I know.  I was really relieved, not only because I didn't get stung on my goddam lips, but that the kid thought I was like actually cool or something.  Well, after that whole thing, the kid asks if I want to go inside and look at stuff and I said sure.  So we go inside and he introduces me to his dad and stuff and the guy like looked at me all suspiciously.  That made me feel bad or something...for what, I don't know.  Then my brother came over and said that we didn't get the TV.  Then we left.

So, that's that.  It was fun and cool and stuff and pretty much a good Saturday morning.