My parents set out an absolutely wrecked treadmill (it'd fallen off the back of dad's truck, which is another story entirely...), and it was gone that evening. I don't know what they'd want with that! Glad to hear you're receiving the blessings, though.

crazy coke-fiends.

I am about to put out some leftover decorative wood moulding. I wonder if anyone will take it. It has to be useful to someone for something. Maybe firewood.

I did that when I was leaving my old college, and getting ready to move my stuff out of the dorms- I put a huge tub in the hallway, and chucked stuff I didn't want in it. The girls on the floor went wild. Although it was sort of sad when one girl came up to me a few days later, and said, Hey look, I'm wearing your jeans today! The skinny jeans I couldn't get back into parading around in front of my face. ::small sob::

The homeless woman who was out there just as I was setting out a half-empty bottle of triple sec scored.

I feel I should feel bad about giving aspartame and cheap liquor to the homeless population... ah well. She also took a fair amount of nice (but smelly! too smelly!) moisturizer and body wash.

I feel I should feel bad about giving aspartame and cheap liquor to the homeless population...

please. the booze should have them following you around for a week or so. Anyone bearing free hooch is a damned heroine. Heroine, you hear me! as for the moisterizer and body wash, just pray they don't drink it. To be frank, I'm suspicious of all the moisturizer anyway. Just how moist does a human being neid to be, especially a homeless person. They get too moist and they'll become puddles in the street, dammit.

Peony- and juniper-scented puddles!

It's amazing how quickly things disappear. I've had neighbors ring my doorbell to ask permission to take the things I have brought to the curb. Of course, take it! I've also had people rip through my trash and create a big mess.

Last summer, my husband and I dug a small palm out of our landscaping. I didn't wish to replant it in another location, so I put it to the curb. Soon after a neighbor shows up in her Mazda Miata, asking if I will assist her with loading it in her trunk. That was quite the task, but we managed to force it in. It's now flourishing in her garden.

This past Halloween, a few trick-or-treaters and their parents commented to my parents, "you always leave the best stuff on garbage day."

Last year I helped my dad move a busted recliner to the curb for heavy trash day (as in the back was not even connected to the front because I dismantled it to get it out the front door) - somebody had claimed it within an hour. The reason he was getting rid of the recliner was because the leg extender bit got stuck in the out position. (It was probably a pretty simple fix but by the time it was brought to my attention Dad was set on getting a new recliner.)

I love the people who take the stuff that I don't want or can't use and either find a use for it or make cash off of it.

My parents set out an absolutely wrecked treadmill [...]I don't know what they'd want with that!

I grab every treadmill I can get, they've usually got servo motors (powerful ones at that) which are the best thing for controlling CNC equipment.

Update: I finally put the moulding out with the trash by the curb, then I walked back inside, glanced out the window, and someone was already walking off with it! I'm so glad.

Woo!

You gave away the diet Coke? What the heck am I supposed to drink when I move in ..er.. visit?!

I gave away the ooooooold Diet Coke. I think at least one of those six-packs was from two Christmases ago (I only ever buy it when my father visits).

I got a free air-conditioner with my basement storage once. I never could figure out if it worked because I didn't have an extension cord that reached as far as the electrical outlets down there. When I was moving, I hauled it up to the alley in a might-as-well-put-it-in-the-truck mood, but my truck driver had taken it to get something fixed, and because it was raining cats and dogs, I was stymied. He got back 20 minutes later. The A/C was gone. In driving rain.

Ohhh, so you were really doing me a favour, thanks!

*continues packing*

I put out a box of absolutely atrocious pottery from my first and second classes, and the whole box was gone in a few minutes. If I had a .22 I would have kept it, and it's my fervent hope that someone either bought it to shoot, and bought it to pass off as their own. "Honey, I made you this."

I can remember taking out a Christmas tree a few days after Christmas. It was only about three feet tall, if that, a table top, cut tree. By the time it took me to walk back up to my second story apartment and return with a couple of bags of trash, the tree was gone. My neighbor's full size tree was still there, but mine was gone. ?