We had a futon. It was a hand-me-down from my parents. They bought it for my sister after/during college and somehow ended back up at their house. (This info may or may not be correct.) It entered our lives about 8 years ago. We never really needed a futon. We just keep moving it from basement to basement.
"It'd be really nice to finally get rid of that futon" Justin and I both agreed last Sunday. We don't know any college kids, so what to do? "Let's put it out front and see if someone takes it." That's what we did. Embarrassing, a bit silly, but well worth the try.
We carried it up from the basement, taped a Free sign on it, and let fate do its thing.
Curb Alert! It was gone within 40 minutes. I still can't believe it.
Where do futons come from? Doesn't every futon have a story? I'm convinced that we're all sharing the same hand-me-down futon.
This weekend I may try again by setting out 3 old kitchen chairs that are taking up space in the basement too.