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I Manifested Bumper Plates During The Pandemic
The Bar
Sometime in 2019
“Look!” my son yelled from the back seat.
I kept maneuvering the van into our narrow parking spot.
“It’s an Olympic bar.”
I put the van in park. “Where?”
His finger pointed to the dumpster by the side of the building. My eye followed his little finger.
“No way!”
A shiny men’s bar leaned against the building wall by the trash.
“Are we going to take it Mama?”
“Oh yes!”
My son unbuckled and squirmed out of his car seat. “Who throws away a bar?”
“Good question.”
It looked carefully placed, like it was meant to be discovered. In my building when someone doesn’t want something they leave it in the lobby or close to the dumpster. But to discard of a beautiful steel bar? Did someone give up on lifting? Perhaps someone died and their non lifting spouse decided it must go? Maybe the management cleaned out an old forgotten locker?
Doesn’t matter. It was ours now.
My son held the door while I carried it inside.
