Well, when I was little, my dad used to be a bell-hopper at an expensive condo unit. Every once in a while, he would bring goodies home that he'd find in the trash. Really. He would find leather coats, perfectly good dishes, clothing, and jewelry that rich people would just throw away. So I guess I learned this from him. Someone's trash is another person's treasures. This is going to sound super wierd, but sometimes we'd be driving through rich neighborhoods
Any ways, I was driving the other day and came across this stuff.