The Musical Dumpster

I accompanied Mr. Bing Bong for his morning constitutional today, as usual, enjoying the warm sun of an extended summer, and to a lesser extent, the heavy smog that follows.

After Scoots has done his requisite "business", we headed over to the dumpsters. I winged my package into the closest dumpster, and was met with music.

I turned my head, and saw only a squirrel perched on a fencepost.

Were my ears playing tricks on me?

No. No, there was definately music. I listened closely.

Slowly, I recognized an electronic, high pitched rendition of Happy Birthday - closer inspection (but not too close!) revealed that it was coming from inside the dumpster. I guess someone had gotten one of those musical cards, and thrown it out.

As a result, the dumpster was singing "Happy Birthday" to anyone who passed by.

The Musical Dumpster, granting birthday wishes.

Assuming your birthday wish was to have a dumpster play "Happy Birthday".