Activity: Midnight pallet heist and garbage rummage
Difficulty Rating: 10 for sweat!
Katie recently moved into a new place and needs a bunch of furniture. “Who is Katie?” I hear you ask, because you know all the regular characters in my blog (including American Husband, Good Dog, Bad Dog and Em.) Katie is a fine society lady with a passion for adventure who can be talked into a midnight crime spree with a little beer and encouragement. Katie needed a bunch of new furniture and my stingey side needed to do something free so we combined our interests and went on a midnight lumber hunt around the city.
Our first stop was a pile of wood scraps beside a skip that I had spotted a few days earlier while doing important snooping. We managed to load what I think was a whole dismantled wooden bed frame into her boot before driving off, high-fiving and cackling. We pulled over a little further up the road and liberated some louvered doors from a smelly bin. Katie slammed on the brakes and almost leapt on a pile of beams before we realized we were on a construction site. The frenzy of rubbish-bin theft was making us giddy and senseless.
Eventually we found the jackpot. A huge, gorgeous, pristine pallet hiding under an old door and a pile of broken glass. It was every little girl’s dream. We tried to load it into the back of the car, but it was too wide every way we shoved it. There was no other option. Using a cunning combination of hammering, yanking and giggling we managed to break that pallet down in the middle of the street, to a pile of wooden splinters with rusty nails on the ends. We were as stealthy as raccoons and as quiet as night bats. At one point a passing crackhead asked us if we were robbers – which is a question I’ve oddly never felt the need to ask someone in the middle of a robbery – but it turned out OK because he was apparently a robber too. He was going from house to house pulling on doorknobs to see if anyone left them open. After we’d stuffed the trunk with wood, Katie doubled the car back to spy on him because by now she had become a conflicted woodland vigilante. Either he’d gone home or broken into one of the places because he wasn’t on the street anymore.
Proud of our hard-won bounty, we spent the rest of the night on Katie’s porch hammering nails out and sanding planks. I was very glad that we had liberated so much lumber from a slow death in a garbage dump and excited that we had become the Thelma and Louise of carpentry.
Here’s a picture of our ill-gotten gains.