Brooklyn

Today I went shopping at some local stores (Goodwill, Salvation Army, etc.) for some type of furniture with drawers so that all of my things didn't have to sit out in my bedroom/living room. Needless to say, I found nothing in my price range and really nothing that I had in mind.

On my way back to my apartment, illuminated by the light of the gods, was an amazingly warn, slightly broken, completely free and somewhat usable filing cabinet. I didn't want to steal this treasure, so I sat on the stoop in front of the apartment nearest the cabinet and waited for the owner to return from work. Come to find out, there were several people living in the apartment (considering it was an apartment building), and, of the few people I saw, no one seemed to own the damn cabinet. Finally, a woman walked up to the door and, while she fussed with her keys, I stopped her.

"Uh, ma'am. Uh, umm, is this yours?" I asked meekly, pointing to the discarded piece of furniture.

"Dude, it's sitting on the sidewalk," she said.

I stared at her nervously, waiting for her to continue. Nothing. Then, noticing the puzzled look on my face, she decided to clarify her point.

"IT'S MOTHER FUCKING BROOKLYN, MAN, just take it," she finally blurted.

And I did.

Mother fucking Brooklyn, indeed…