Friday, March 21, 2008

One man's trash . . . .

In our efforts to rid the shed of the junk that's accumulated over the years -- some of it that came with the house -- Skeeter and I spent part of the day going through the shed. We have a big pile of usable stuff that will go to the thrift store tomorrow, but the broken or otherwise unusable items went to the curb.

A few days ago, I took a side table to the curb -- ugly as homemade sin, but usable. It was too big to put in the car to take to the thrift store, and I didn't want to save it for pick up. I can completely understand why someone would take it. As I mentioned, it was in good shape, definitely usable, and ugly can be covered with a tablecloth.

What I can't comprehend is why someone would stop to pick up the following items:
  • a broken, slightly mildewy, water cooler
  • an old lawn chair with broken slats
  • the torn, frayed ribbons from a different lawn chair (not the chair itself; he cut off the already torn ribbons)
  • a bag full of non-recyclable old plastic bottles (shampoo, dish soap, etc), courtesy of my Memaw (don't ask)
  • various broken slats to a plastic accordion-style door (not enough to make a full door though)
Those are just the obviously odd items. Some guy stopped and took the (ugly, plastic) hardware from a dresser, but left the dresser itself.

I've stopped to pick up the odd item from the curb myself (most notably, the bakers rack currently in my shed), so it doesn't bother me. Well, mostly. The guy who knocked on the door and asked if I was bringing out more stuff kind of creeped me out. But mostly, I'm good. I put things out sometimes just because I do know that they will get picked up and used.

But the things on that list? Those have me bewildered.

3 comments:

Vanessa said...

You just never know what someone else will find useful....or add to their own collection!

My Goodness said...

Step right up, it's Noodle's Bazaar...haha...that's really funny, strange, but funny!

The Boyds Family said...

Okay, yeah...the guy knocking on the door would have creaped me out too but I prolly would have laughed because that's pretty funny!

That happens here ALL.THE.TIME.
If I can't find a good home for it, all I have to do is put it on the curb and it'll be gone before I can get back in the door good. ha!