For the last couple weeks, a bunch of glass tabletops have been sitting out by the garbage at one of the houses I pass on my walks. And yesterday, after seeing them yet again, my couch surfer, Todd, and I drove back up there to get them.
Once he saw them propped up just inside this person's gate, behind the garbage cans, Todd said, "We can't take those. That's stealing."
"What do you mean 'it's stealing'? They've been out by the garbage for weeks."
"But they're inside the gate." He pointed. Like five times.
"Would you leave them here if you wanted to keep them?" I asked.
"I don't know." He shrugged, then sighed loudly. "I don't think this is right."
I laughed. If you knew Todd, you'd laugh too.
"Then let's ask them." I rang the doorbell.
He shook his head.
Nobody answered. Then I noticed the lockbox on the gate and pointed at it.
Todd instantly grabbed the table tops and stashed them in the car. As we unloaded them at home, we brainstormed about how we'll use them to make the perfect coffee tables for my deck. All we need are some supercool bases.
What are some treasures you've found in somebody's else's junk?
3 years ago