You Are What You Toss

On Saturdays I generally do a run up the highway emptying the rubbish bins in the rest areas, which I cart to the landfill. It is generally a cruisy job, but it has it's moments. A hot day and old fish bait stewing in black plastic bags, rats, and disposable nappies do not make for a happy road worker. But the locals who use the bins as their dumping place really get up your nose. They put their household rubbish in the bins leaving no room for the passing public. Rubbish ends up everywhere. So I have become a forensic detective.
If you are a suspected CIA mole,or a mobster, the first thing the FBI will do is grab your rubbish bin. A careful sort can give you all sorts of information.
Today , not only did I find enough identification to bust a "serial dumper" ($500 fine) but I know how much they have in the bank, what they bought last shopping trip, where they parked, that the missus has a vaginal infection, and the car registration is due.
Rest Area 300m