Right across from the elevators in my apartment building sits a table:
I’m not sure what the purpose of this table is. Mostly I use it as a place where I set my bag as I rummage through it or do a last minute mirror check while waiting for the elevator. However, there are some residents on my floor who have decided to use the table as a place to get rid of their unwanted things. Their very own recycling area, I guess you could say. Here are some of the unwanted items that I’ve seen sitting on the table.
and then again a couple days later:But the best thing I’ve ever seen on the table, and I am bummed that I did not get a picture of it, was an opened, half drunk, bottle of wine. It was gone the next time I walked by so I’m not sure if someone took it, drank it, or threw it away.