Every six months or so, i gather all of the out-of-style clothes from around my apartment and put them in a big garbage bag. The bag usually sits in the kitchen for a month or two until i take it to the clothing drop box down the street or take it to Beacon's Closet to make some cash.
The first time i took the bag to the drop box, I walked to the L train, and said to myself, "Self, I know this stupid drop box is on the way to the train." No such luck. i didn't find it, but the bag was so heavy I left it with the trash outside of a cafe.
I've gotten a new job since then. I walk 30 minutes every morning to it. On my walk i pass the drop box i'd been looking for the first time. "Hooper and South 4th," I tell myself every day so I remember for next time.
I threw a soiree on New Year's, was cleaning the house, and needed to get rid of my winter bag of clothes. So I took the huge garbage bag to the drop box, the address of of which I had branded in my mind.
But, the drop box wasn't there. No sign of it anywhere. So I left the bag of clothing on the steps of the church across the street, because I assumed that if they weren't responsible for the drop box that they could at least use the clothes, doye.
Then I went to Walgreens to get a prescription filled. As I was leaving, I saw the following: