Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Mahogany Trash in the Upper West Side

I CAN NOT BELIEVE the furniture that I see sitting on the street in our neighborhood in Manhattan. In the past week I've walked past three different king-sized, hand-carved, oak, mahogany and cherry headboards, just sitting out on the curb, waiting to be thrown into the dump truck with the poopie diapers and snot rags. I'm not talking junk here. I'm talking stuff that looks like it just came off the floor of ... Dillards... or one of those stores where things look good and cost even gooder. (Me no shop)

I've been slowly trying to talk Amber into snagging some of these freebies but she ain't having it. I saw a rocking chair two days ago, again... oak, carved, amazing, but Amber was convinced that some slew of salon perm dogs had probably taken a leak on it, so some other lucky slob got it. (I checked a half and hour later.)

Anywho, yesterday, I walked past two shaped steel and glass-top furniture pieces on the curb out in front of OUR building. Sitting out there like they had dropped off and forgotten by a furniture delivery company. Now, we've got this deck, see. And I just bought four chairs on sale (TEN BUCKS A PEICE!) from Bed Bath and Beyond-overpriced to go on that deck see, but I don't have a table to sit my sweet-tea or cowboy boots upon, and it's almost three weeks into spring, and I'm way to cheapskate go buy one...

But it was the nice looking young couple that stopped at the two tables, in broad daylight, examined both as if they were on the showroom floor, and finally, ran off with the big piece that sent me upstairs with the glass top to the smaller table under one arm and the shaped steel table in the other. I'm mighty proud of my score now sitting on my deck.

It is amazing how much more desirable something becomes when someone else wants it.

3 comments:

Popcorn said...

I would snatch up one of those mohog. four posters in a NEW YORK MINUTE!!!

aA said...

yep, some people can't even watch somebody eat a bowl of cereal and not want one they'selfs...

my grandmother was a trash-picker, and she got some fantastic stuff over the years. my family still has some of it!

so go ahead, pick that trash. and your wife's trepidatious objections: that's why God made bleach!

Herbert S. Crotch said...

Your wife is correct. Taking things from the street is appalling. If I saw you taking something from my street, I would report you to the proper authorities, immediately.