I decided to be slovenly, and dragged it out of my building in the dead of night, leaving it on the curb. Only mildly apprehensive over possible complaints, I was mildly relieved to discover that it had disappeared the following morning.
Well, after a little over five years, the chair reappeared this morning - on the same curb where I had left it. It's definitely the same chair, as it had the same strip of adhesive Velcro that I had put on one of the armrests for mounting my remotes on. The only difference is that it now looked like it had been on somebody's roof for five years.
I froze in panic. Am I still responsible for it? This evening before dinner, I was joking with friends over cigars and scotch about it, in denial at the possible consequences. As I walked home from the following dinner, the apprehension came back.
Lo and behold, I have come home to discover that the chair is gone again.
I wonder who has it now? I certainly hope they keep it.