Grand Fisher Price Theft

Scene of the crime: My neighborhood. My street.

I am not a big yard sale person. I mean, I have had a couple in my lifetime. I have even purchased a thing or to from one and I am not above a yard sale find. But today, I took it to a whole new level. A house about 1o up from me has had a Fisher Price Picnic table on the sidewalk/street for about 5 days. I have eyed it. I have slowed down for it. Last night on my way home from bible study with Karen we discussed how I should get the table before the rubbish collectors come for extra trash pickup. So this morning after dropping son off for school, I stop. I decide I like the table. It was in excellent condition. I load the soaking wet table into my car and ask daughter to hold on to it. I even left the hatch open on my car because it had to hang out. I drive very slowly down the street. I think I hear screaming in the background but I look in my rear view mirror and all I see is daughter holding on to the table. I get out of the car to unload my FREE FIND and there is a white car in my driveway with an angry man. This is how it went.
Man: Could you take my daughter's table back home that you just stole?
Me: I am sooo sorry. I thought it was out for trash pickup. I would have never.
Man: What steal my daughter's table?
Me: It was out by the rode for days. I almost got it last night. I am soo mortified.
Man: You should be. My daughter likes to draw in the road.
Me: I will take it right back.
Man: I know you will and I will follow you.
30 minutes later after this horrible event and after phone calls to wake all my friends and family to tell them of the accusations, I have to drive back down the road to go to work. Table in the location where I returned it and now sat the little girl I stole from. I pass by and she sticks her tongue out at me. Oh my. They think I was stealing a used, Fisher Price, wet, nasty, table from them.
Mortified.