On my way home from grocery shopping, I see two nice, matching bookshelves with "Free" taped to them. I'm alone, and they're super heavy but only about a block from my house. It takes me three rest periods to get the first one on my porch. I go back, pick up the second one and carry it fairly comically to my house.
A guy in a black pickup pulls up next to me as I enter the fenced in portion of my yard. He watches me put the case down so that it's not visible to the street.
I walk into the house and hear his door open, so I step back on the porch.
He gets back in the truck.
I sit on the porch and stare at his truck. After a couple of minutes, he leaves.
The lights on the porch are motion detectors so they turn off while I'm still sitting here and truckerfluffer drives back around, gets out of his car, opens my gate, sees me sitting here and turns back around, gets in his truck and drives off.
If I see those plates on my street again, best believe I'm slashing those tires.