The Bidder

 

      Sharp eyed. Always sharp eyed for the bargain, the gem, the penny no one sees on the sidewalk. Browsing. Trolling. Nothing is too small. This shop is a tattered flag. That man is as played out as the beaten brown desk and decaying carpet. Imagine it! Duct tape mending a tear in the carpet. Buildings, as well as people, are prettier going up than coming down. It shouldn’t take much bargaining. He must already feel the pressure of the bottom line. I am not unsympathetic. Everyone needs to make a living. My offer will be generous. Time enough to liquidate his inventory. I have no need of those musty books. This space will make a swell sandwich shop.