totally badass

I’ve just carried a very heavy, three-shelf shelf-thingy. Sort of 50s style, where each layer of shelves is a bit shorter than the one below.
It’s white, but solid wood underneath – I will liberate it.
I saw it on the side of the road, on Victoria Street as I was going down to the butcher. I had a good squizz, couldn’t see anyone, and legged it, giant, heavy (solid wood) shelf over my shoulder. In the butcher I asked if anyone knew who owned it (or the four nice red-seat, black-leg 50s chairs it was standing with). No one did. I decided it was ok to take it, if I was quick.
After buying some stuff, I nipped across the road to the bus stop and spent 5 sort of worried minutes waiting for a bus. Thank goddess it was the 508 – they lower themselves to let old people and people carrying shelves climb up.
Then I carried it home. A ten minute walk extended. It’s a good thing I’m very strong and with a low, wide centre of gravity. I’d like to think I’m terribly badass, but I’m not sure taking abandoned furniture qualifies me.