Contrary to popular belief, I do not dumpster dive. Being an antique dealer of sorts, I will, however, admit to an occasional trash pick. Lucky me, an infamous Toledo episode involving a down loveseat, pouring rain and me in leather pants and spiked boots shoving it into the back of a borrowed Lexus in a VERY nice neighborhood, has earned me a theme song. It is usually played when I go to parties back home and everyone thinks it is ohhh so funny to rip off Sanford and Son as i walk in the door. I do look at dumpsters, because something interesting might be sticking out, and that does not count as said diving. Right?
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