One of my favorite stories along these lines:
Many years ago in NYC, a friend was fixing up an older house he had just bought. There was a big cast iron bathtub in the upstairs bath and he enlisted his friends to help remove it. There were six of us, all in our 20s or 30s, and we struggled to get it out and down the stairs with the help of some stout ropes.
We managed to get it out to the curb and spent the next hour or two (over some well-earned adult beverages) discussing how we could arrange to have it hauled away.
Next morning it was gone.
Many years ago in NYC, a friend was fixing up an older house he had just bought. There was a big cast iron bathtub in the upstairs bath and he enlisted his friends to help remove it. There were six of us, all in our 20s or 30s, and we struggled to get it out and down the stairs with the help of some stout ropes.
We managed to get it out to the curb and spent the next hour or two (over some well-earned adult beverages) discussing how we could arrange to have it hauled away.
Next morning it was gone.