True story, my grandparents used to live in a very nice area of LA...and my grandmother's short cut between her house and the library passed through her alley. She noticed, one day, a shirt had fallen out of the neighbor's garbage...a NICE one. She put it back in their trash can, and went on her way. The next week, she saw a corner of fabric sticking out of their bin, so she had a peek, and found another lovely shirt...this one accompanied by a matching skirt that still had a pretty hefty price tag on it. The next week, more clothes.

That was as much as her frugal little soul could take...she started fishing out the nearly new clothes, inspecting them, washing them, and sending them to her various grand-daughters.....letting all of us know they were rejects from the girls across the alley. She wasn't ashamed of her dumpster diving...just figured it was one of those wierdnesses of life in LA.

Four years of dumpster diving later, the girls across the alley were arrested for prostitution. My grandmother appreciated the humor of it...my cousins never seemed to get it.

I was actually more pleased with my dumpster finds when I realized I'd spent most of my teeage years wearing call girl cast offs .