The runners on an old Ikea dresser that belonged to my son—and then got handed back to me—finally broke.
Since the drawers would no longer move—and considering their dowels were too loose to hold them together much longer— I finally moved the dresser without the drawers onto the street and called Recology to pick it up.
But before it could do so, a homeless man moved into it.
He tried it out for a few hours. It certainly provided shelter from our still chilly early June winds. But our street has a lot of passersby and I'm sure he didn't like their stares because within a few hours he and the dresser were gone. I suppose he took it somewhere that gave him more privacy.