Been a bit of a trash picker yesterday and today.
The Starbucks at my local B&Noble is closing.
So there is the GIANT rollaway dumpster filled
with all kinds of metal and scraps that I just wanted to haul away.
One the side of said dumpster is two palates, a big broken mirror and one of Starbucks
really cool metal magazine racks.
So, I look around for a contractor.
There are several contractor trucks.
Ask the guy I found, "is this stuff trash?
This stuff should really be recycled"
He says, "Well, the stuff in the dumpster Starbucks corporate won't allow
us to touch, but this stuff over here is just trash."
My reply, "So, I can take this metal piece?"
He says, "Sure, I have never seen you before and am going inside right now."
I smiled and said, "You don't see me"
Irony here...it is HEAVY and while trying to whisk it away, it gouged my leg.
(Blood dripping down my leg as I scramble to find my first aid kit)
Darn it...he said I could take it!!
(shaking my fist at the sky)
Isn't it cool?
Then this morning on my way back from taking Dylan to the High School...
(It's trash day in my neighborhood)
There is this old oak, wash basin dresser thing
(Crusty Metal caster wheels that still roll!)
...with a pile of other stuff near it.
Now, how to get it in my Jeep...just
then this 8th grade boy walks around the corner and offers to help get it in my car.
His Mother must be crazy too.
Also dug in the pile of rotten cardboard, a soaked mattress and old mini blinds
and uncovered two cool old teak (I think)
wood Beach chairs.
My Grandparents had some like these.
I LOVE JUNKTIQUES
and being the occasional
Happy Junkin' Wednesday!