do you have a better story?
We passed this lone pump last night in Midtown. Valerie thought it must have fallen out of the gym bag of some corporate business woman headed home after her workout. I thought perhaps it was left over from the night before when some drunk young woman kicked off her too-high heels on the way back to her apartment. Charles thought we had proposed the most rational explanations, and declined to come up with a third, less rational, option. It was still unclaimed this morning.