I have a confession to make; please don’t be quick to judge me.
I am not particularly proud of it and it’s not the easiest thing to admit to the whole world, but I feel that if I am able to be open and candid about the situation, maybe I can help someone else who struggles with the same issue.
I decided that I would not be returning home alone that night.
I parked a few blocks away and threw on my hoodie as I walked back just to make sure no one would recognize me. I decided I would first walk by a couple times just to make sure that the coast was clear and really decide if this was something I wanted to do.
As I got closer, I was able to get a better look. Those legs were even more impressive up close than from my initial drive-by. Sure they had some miles on them, but that’s to be expected right? Anyway, at this point I was convinced that I was going to do this.
I’m not going to lie; I felt a bit awkward and, dare I say, “dirty” about the whole situation, but I kept telling myself that this is New York. This kind of thing happens all the time even though most people probably wouldn’t admit it.
In fact, the real crime would be to see such an ornate high chair that someone had left on the side of the street and not take it home with me. Heck, if anything I was doing the city a favor and cleaning up for them, not to mention recycling.
Besides, if I didn’t take it, someone else would have because this was truly a well-crafted piece and exactly the kind of chair that would be perfect for my breakfast counter. I wasn’t going to just let an opportunity like that pass by!
I guess there’s truth in the saying that one man’s trash can become another man’s treasure. However, what they conveniently fail to mention is that it can also becomes that man’s dirty little secret.
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