I came home from work yesterday to find a beautiful patio set on the deck of my apartment. It was certainly nicer than anything inside the apartment. It was probably worth more than all my other furniture combined. We are talking a six foot long glass table, six comfortable chairs, a nine foot umbrella, a cast iron umbrella stand, and other such goodies. This made for a very happy Thursday afternoon.
Being the moral person that I am, I found who sold this set and gave them a call. When I gave them my name, but not my address, they assured me that my landlady told them to bring it here. “Now that is some value added renting,” I thought as I happily unwrapped and put together the new furnishing. Visions of patio parties kept me awake most of last night. As it was, I didn’t even have a chair out there before these things arrived. I like to sit outside, even if it is against a brick wall on the wooden boards. Now, I would have a chance to Possibly be Queen while relaxing in style.
I was up late putting these things together. I called the landlady this morning, bright and early, to thank her for furnishing the apartment in this amazing way. And… it was all a mistake. 
She said the set was meant to go to her house across town. How Lowes got my name and address, I don’t know. Lowes was supposed to have put it up for her. I told her that I unpacked and arranged most of it. Actually, the table got a bit scuffed as I drug it around. (It was much bigger than me.) I offered to replace it. She said it would be okay.
So, Lowes came and got it today while I was at work and took it to its new owner. Now, People Who Say They Know About These Things, say it was Lowes’ mistake and I could have kept it. I don’t see how; I didn’t pay for it. I wouldn’t want to get into a custody battle with the landlady, anyway.
There were a tiny table and two uncomfortable chairs in the basement. The landlady said I am welcomed to use those. I drug them up to my porch but it is not the same.
