Many years ago, back in Brighton, I had taken some rubbish to the local tip, when I encountered a very irate and red-faced man, 'chucking' (and I mean 'chucking') perfectly good looking stuff out of the back of his car. Amongst the pile were several brand new hockey sticks, piles of women's clothing, expensive looking shoes, books, kitchen equipment, suitcases, radios, etc.
Amongst all this stuff I spotted the aforementioned brand new florist's pot, and I asked the man if I could take it.
"Take what you effing like" he shouted. "You can have the whole effing lot, for all I effing care!".
I took the pot and left. It was pretty obvious what was going on, and I didn't want to get involved. What his wife/girlfriend thought when she returned to get her things; I can't imagine. There must have been one hell of a fight; if not a court case!
Anyway, she's not getting her galvanised florist's pot back; it was given to me fair-n-square!