Jeff it was completely freaky. A normal Manhattan day, nice weather, walking down a street and---suddenly a couple of us just stopped. We began looking at each other and it was quite obvious we all had the same thought---can this be?? Is there a BABY buried in there??
The sounds of an infant crying were coming out of that dumpster.
We looked, and climbed up, cause yes that's exactly what we heard. this ' we' included a guy in a suit which cost a few thousand and a classic Park Avenue matron who had just been to the beauty parlor, nails done lol. We started digging. Bare hands. The matron took off a rock the size of gibraltar and said put this in your jeans and if even THINK of taking off I will remove your balls.Then she took off her heels. Make a long story short, the guy in the suit and I heard the sound, said oh no, and jumped back cause it was EXACTLY underfoot, dug like crazy--all of us--and there is this box with screams coming out. Box is opened, a huge cat jumps onto my chest.
Enter one Maine Coon named Spot.