One man's garbage ...
is another New Yorker's find.

After dinner with a guy friend from high school that I hadn't seen in two years, although he claims it's been four--it hasn't. Anyway, while walking him back to the PATH train to Jersey City, we passed a mini NordicTrack stepper out on the side of the curb with the garbage. It's in good condition and about the only size of exercise equipment that I could possibly hold in my bitchin besides my thighmaster (yes, I own one).

Well after lugging it back to my apartment I realized it's much heavier and bigger than I first thought, especially after putting it in my place and cleaning it up. It's also harder to use than I expected; I was fatigued after 10 minutes.

I'm debating whether or not I should keep it though. I'll hold on to it for another week or so and see. I just wish I had a place to store it. But it's the second thing I've found from the street and brought back to my apartment, not including men--just kidding. Last year I found my red chair just outside my apartment and it has been a great addition to my place ever since.