If there was ever a mantra from the Great Depression, it was “Waste not want not.” If there was ever another time that the statement holds just as true, it’s now.
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I grew up in Louisville, Kentucky, and in my youth there were one or two days a year for “Big Trash Pickup.” The entire town put bulky items that weren’t worth holding onto out on the curb; the wilier citizens were free to comb through the discarded belongings before the garbage men picked them up.
This is how my trash picking began.
It was a family affair and I was always terrified that I would be seen with my mom or dad prowling around the front of a classmate’s house in broad daylight. I would torture myself imagining scenarios in which I was spotted by a more popular fifth grader rifling through her family’s discards and the ensuing outing in which I was teased mercilessly for being a trash-picker.
Thankfully, this never happened.
Still, it was hard not to get excited over a wooden swing in the shape of an airplane or a bag of Barbie dolls that had seen better days. Furniture, toys, obsolete electronics, records, sports equipment– the price was right. We had a huge Chevy Suburban replete with unfinished bodywork that left the sides peppered with sanded down patches of red and grey Bondo– never was there a better truck for loading with trash.
Over the years I have found so many great things. I’ve sold some, eaten some, made art out of some, furnished with some and thrown some back where they came from.
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In the current economic climate, perhaps you’re thinking of making a foray into the world of trash picking and dumpster diving. It can be a rewarding activity, but it has its pitfalls. Caution is in order and it’s not for the squeamish. You want to be safe and you want not to get caught.
In certain places you could be seen as trespassing or even stealing. Chances are you won’t go to jail, but it’s an activity best done under cover of night and it might be advisable not to blast Judas Priest from the stereo speakers in your old beater to rock out while you dive.
Low key is key.
What Will You Need?
You don’t really need anything. The following items are recommended. The more stars they have, the more recommended they are.
- ***No Arrest Warrants
- ***Good Boots with a Non-Skid Sole
- ***Trash Bag
- ***Flashlight
- **Gardening Gloves (rubber fingertips grip and protect)
- **A Vehicle
- *A Co-Diver
- *Dark Clothes
How Do You Get Started?
Do drive bys or walk bys. Run reconnaissance and see where dumpsters are unlocked. You can do this during the day. Groceries throw out food and produce that are still good. Stores change stock and dump out of date merchandise. Dare to dream and have a look behind stores you wish you could shop at more.
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Don’t exclude thrift stores. Sometimes really cool stuff can be found– I once found a Coach handbag in the dumpster behind a thrift store (not that that’s cool, but it fetches a nice price on e-Bay).
Dive when the store is closed and it’s dark out. Park your car away from the dumpster and approach on foot. Be practical. Wear dark clothes and be quiet. It’s a good idea to wear gloves and jeans and heavy shoes or boots. You want to keep in mind that you could stick your hand in anything (putrid, hazardous) or step on something sharp (glass, nails, needles). Use a flashlight as needed and don’t go shining it up out of the dumpster like your own personal laser light show.
If the dumpster looks promising, go ahead and get in. Piles of trash tend to have all sorts of weird angles and slippery things that are buried. If you aren’t careful, it’s very easy to fall down. Grab the side until you’ve gotten your sea legs. Arm yourself with a trash bag and collect your finds.
When you’re done, peep out of the rim of the dumpster: if everything looks okay, pass the goods to your friend or get yourself out and pull the haul out after yourself. Nonchalantly return to your vehicle or walk away with your scores.
If you get to be a pro, you might start to learn that your favorite grocery turns over its produce on Wednesdays and the knick-knack shop you adore rotates its inventory on the third Saturday of every month. If you pull a great score one day, make a note of the day of the week and the month and see if you have time to follow up on your intuition that similar goods will be on offer the same time next week or month.
If you find that you can’t possibly use the 20 heads of arugula you found but don’t want to leave them rotting there, consider taking them to a soup kitchen. Everyone’s being hit by this downturn. Good luck.
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Right after I read this article, I was walking down the street in Manhattan and saw a brand new pair of gold heels, still in their box, sitting on top of a pile of trash. NYC is hands-down the best place in the world for dumpster diving–and you don’t even have to get in a dumpster! I’ve brought home incredible hauls (and have even had to rent a U-haul) to bring home a couple pieces of solid wood furniture I found in a pile in Brooklyn.
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Great and timely post! Although I’ve never dumpster dove, I have been known to pick up curbside items (set of 4 chairs for the courtyard was the latest). I reckon a good tip during spring cleaning time would be to head to upscale neighbourhoods. Those richies are always upgrading and tossing perfectly good things out.
This is also a service to the environment – less things in the dump. Good ol’ fashioned recycling!
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Another great place/time to dumpster dive is at the end of every month in big cities (move out time) and at the end of the college school year. College students who have no will or way to move things like mini fridges, futons, and TVs just throw them in the college dumpsters.
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Wow! Keep all these tips coming. The pickin’s are a little slim here. You guys are making me insanely jealous.
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Agreed Julie, the end of semesters is a great time to dumpster dive, so many freshman overpack there first year, and it’s usually new stuff. Also couches and mattresses are in abundance, even if you don’t trust them well enough to bring them inside your house, they can be awesome lawn furniture or used to build a fort in your neighbors lawn while he’s not looking.
Right now a lot of people are spring cleaning, and craigslist and dumpsters as well as thrift stores will be riff with all kinds of goodies. I volunteer at a community thrift store and have been told to throw away books, chairs and all kinds of other things on a regular basis. If it doesn’t sell then it is more cost effective to throw it away, than to give it away, because then no one would buy the new used stuff.
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Hey! I don’t know if that is the cool thing to say now or not but here goes, my first blog or is this considered one? The original Bag Lady speaks of her adventures inside”" of the dumpster. I have had great times looking, finding and grabing my treasures. Knowing the times and places to hit are a daytime observation. You are right, hig- end neighborhoods, school closings, college dorms not to mention end of season merchandise is thrown out at your favorite department stores. I find great joy in finding usefull objects that can be mended easily and used for me as well as friends and people in need.
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In the little town we live in (High River, Alberta) there is a local dump with what is called the ‘reuseit center’ Everything use to be free there – take what you want, leave what is too good for be tossed. It became very popular with the local Hutterite colony and many others to the point where there are now volunteers and everything has a very modest price. When the oil boom was on a couple years back, the stuff you could find was incredible. I think my greatest find there was a 7×14 landscaping trailer (cost me $200) but what a great way to keep stuff out of the landfill.
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When I lived in Chicago in the ’90s, an ongoing problem was turf wars over diving territory. The problem got so bad that the police had to start making crackdowns. I lived in a second-floor apartment with a window overlooking the building’s bin. Some bum used to wake me up around three or four every morning with his rooting around. One morning I waited for him, and when he was busy digging I dropped a large firecracker in the other end of the dumpster. He never came back and I was able to get a full nights’ sleep once again.
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