Walking In Wuhan

Every morning I make the three-block walk to the BART station to catch the train to work. Seems normal enough. Every morning on a corner across from the BART station, I come across random items laying on the sidewalk -- think of it as an outdoor Goodwill. Some mornings there have been soccer cleats and sandals, jeans and tennis shoes. Earlier this week there was a giant pink desk sitting on the corner. This morning, I walked to work as usual and something caught my eye. I stopped, knelt down and a smile came across my face because this sat on the ground:

At this rate, I'm hoping to find a PS3 sitting on the corner.