So bright and early the next morning, I travelled with the auction winners to ensure that our SW's were properly prepped for delivery. Although I didn't win any auctions, I was lucky enough score one after a talk with the least sketchy of the Sheikh's nephews the previous evening. This is basically the conversation we had.
Me : So what happens to the SW's that don't get sold at auction?
Nephew : Auction at local second tier market. If still unsold, straight to the sample rack for use until expiration. Or sometimes gifts with no strings, since we can't guarantee health or attitude.
Me : (without thinking) Can I have one?
Nephew : Certainly, but you will have to pay for prep and transportation. A paltry 1 Troy Oz of gold.
Me : (gulp!) Great! I've already got one picked out. May I ask what happens to the ones that don't get sold at the second tier market?
Nephew : Sheikh's private kitchens.
Me: (assuming he meant they became kitchen staff) Can I see?
Nephew : Certainly. I will show you after you return from seeing your SW off at our transport facility.
So as I said, I travelled to the sheikh's transportation facility to confirm my SW, and to see that she was properly prepped for the journey home. I had to borrow an ounce of gold from my friend whose invitation I was piggy-backing on. Since the SW's would be travelling to many different countries, and the sheikh guaranteed clean health they were bathed and cleaned vigorously. Then they were given a high colonic enema to drain their bowels.
