Here’s a fun little story from my youth. My girlfriend’s father (now my father-in-law) had me and my brother, and my gf, help him out at a construction site. It was a rambling mansion of a place going from this cute little country road out to the corner of a beautiful green lake with reeds and cattails, all grown over with trees and vines. The problem was that it had only been half built before the previous owners ran out of money and their builders quit. This had happened a few times actually, so the place was really lacking in, well, cohesion. We’ll call it.
So the three of us arrived at the place and found a big dumpster rental northern Virginia parked there. And we figured, well, it is a dumpster after all and this place is full of crap. For about an hour we scoured the ground, picking up insulation, nails, plastic crap, and hacking down weeds and grass. It was a huge area we had to cover and even though this dumpster was a full sized roll off model, we were putting a quite a dent in it.
Eventually my gf’s dad showed up and asked where the dumpster had come from. We suggested spontaneous manifestation but he started calling around, figuring it was from one of the old construction teams that had quit before the place was finished. And he was right, the dumpster company had actually lost track of that one and, instead of rewarding us for finding it, called the cops! They actually threatened to sue us for stealing their dumpster and using it without a contract! No on the second, kinda yes on the first. It actually cost us all a few hundred bucks—so learn from our mistake and always make sure you’re only throwing stuff away in your own dumpster rental.