Well, my suspicions were completely unfounded. I swear, the guy looked guilty of something, though maybe nothing more than the fact that he was throwing his huge bag of garbage into someone elses dumpster.
Someone beat me to the dumpster and the bag was alreay ripped open (which made it alot easier for me). Here is a list of the some of the contents:
clock radio (the kind where the numbers flip over)
a box of used hair colour
assorted girly magazines
underware (or panties -- hard to tell)
I see why the guy was skulking in our back alley, looking for a place to dispose of his wares. I wonder if he is married? I wonder if his wife knows his predilection for hair colour? I wonder who gave him the necktie? I wonder what the person who first tore open the bag took?