I just got back from picking up a free futon from a curb and let me tell you, it was harder to disassemble than I thought it would be. That might have been because it was already dark outside. Also maybe because of the unhappy dog on the other side of an invisible fence from me.
It's possible loading furniture into a car at night while a dog is barking to high heaven looks suspicious, but I hadn't thought about it that way. In the end, I just had to show the cop my registration, my license, and the piece of paper taped to the futon that read "FREE" in big sharpie letters and he let me "immediately leave the neighborhood."
I hope that collie chokes on the wing nut I lost.
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