I spied through a fence a short, hard plastic shelf with a neon green top, yellow legs and a blue base. I knew I had found Belle's new (to her) toddler table. I asked someone behind the fence if the colorful shelf were indeed being tossed out with tomorrow's garbage. He confirmed it was, along with a good looking wooden object I couldn't identify. When I said I didn't know how to access that side of the fence, the guy handed it to me over the fence. I thanked him and set the shelf atop Belle's push chair. An embittered old woman I know from the neighborhood got all butt hurt when she noticed I had a new table and she didn't. She demanded to know where and how I got the table. I ignored her and just kept walking, sure my attitude would fuel her fire. Belle has a cute new table now and I have a backbone.