Are you on the diving team?

So it was about 8:45 this morning, while taking Boston for a walk, that I realized I can no longer use the dumpster as the place where I throw my garbage away.  As I walked around the side with the warm bag of Boston's last night’s dinner, trying to get it to the garbage as fast as possible because, well, that's gross.  I stopped short as I hear a "hello" from a lady standing up against the dumpster and then I see another pop her head up from INSIDE the dumpster. They were shoveling their findings into the back of a small red pickup truck.  I wanted to say something like "here's a bag of dog crap to add to your collection" or just simply hand it to them, but the words would not form in my mouth, possibly because I was trying to hold my breath. So I’ve come to this conclusion: Only throw in the garbage what I want to give to the dumpster diving team.