No one wants your stuff. When I say stuff, I mean the dirty old jacket and boxes and crappy hangers that were scattered about with a sign that said “free” in the entryway this week. The next time I have to step over your kid’s doll’s head (seriously, where was the body?!), I’m not going to be pleased. You have no regard for anyone else’s safety or the fact that our building looks like a dump because of your “stuff.”
One man’s trash isn’t always another’s treasure. Put it in the dumpster where it belongs.
The Girl Who Just About Fell On Her Face