At a charity silent auction this evening, my mom fought a bidding war with some handicapped people over a Jeff Francouer autographed bat she coveted for my 10-year old nephew, the Yankee fan.
"Who is this person?" she snapped at my wife when she saw the bid sheet with the name of the higher bidder.
"That's the kid you just met in the wheelchair," my wife said. My mom promptly wrote in a higher bid and sat there for 10 minutes to watch the sheet and glare at other suitors for the item, like she was raised by charitable wolves.
The handicapped boy ultimately won the bat, probably because he was the quicker and more agile of the two, but my mom wound up jacking the price the wheelchaired lad eventually paid to where it was just ridiculous. And a lady with the actual disease for which the auction was raising money was also interested, but she dropped out after my mom outbid her, right as the woman was laying down the pen. That's just wrong. Couldn't even wait until the lady was out of sight.
My mom was bitter about the loss after. She kept asking me if I would mind risking my media credential to get another autographed bat for "The Boy Who Has Everything." No. Move on. Hasn't the evening been embarrassing enough? More about this social collapse on Monday's show.
The good news of the evening is I finally got around to that short film of Eric dancing a jig on Thursday when he found out Zarqawi bought the almond farm. Sorry about your eyes. There's some bleach in the cupboard.
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