We live on a street that's often a cut through to other parts of Decatur and Druid Hills. It's not a busy street but a decent number of cars come by.
Sometimes we leave things out for the garbage truck that disappear within hours — long before the garbage man comes by.
Sometimes, Dan and I make fictional bets about how long it will be before items are lifted from the trash pile.
This time it was the old/traditional ceramic chandalier that was up for grabs.
Merchandised atop a stack of empty ceiling fan boxes.
I put this out at 7pm yesterday — and gone this morning when I woke up to get ready for work.
Other treasures that people have taken from our trash pile:
- A yellow ceramic sink (circa 1950)
- Dusty/dirty/old off-white carpet, removed from our living room
- An old, painted wood door (removed from the entrance to our daylight basement)
- Possibly asbestos ceiling tiles - yikes!
- A framed black and white photo of the Brooklyn Bridge