There was a man digging through the dumpster outside of my apartment this morning. He arrived in a car that was obviously sick, as you could hear it coming minutes before it arrived. I watched with interest through the bedroom window to see what he would dig out.
When he left his haul included:
a stuffed bear with the tag still intact
a stuffed turtle (which was so cute from a distance)
numerous plastic bottles and cans (when he pulled out the half-full Gatorade I said, "Oh please please don't drink that." He didn't, he dumped it.)
a bag of something edible (not sure what it was)
Good to see the garbage is going to someone who needs it. I mean, really, it takes nerve to dumpster-dive. Nerve and need.