Meet me at the Dumpster

When you are attempting to sell your house, there are few things out of your control that bring down the value of your home.  For us, one of these things is an eye-sore of a dumpster that sits across the parking lot.  Our neighbors routinely stack their furniture and discarded appliances by it's side, never caring that the garbage man refuses to collect these things with the rest of the trash bags and rubbish.  For over six months, there has sat a dirty brown couch that collects rain and mold.  This is all very displeasing, but what are we to do about it?

Today, as I went to toss my bag into the dumpster, I noticed a new development.  Next to the curb were three pairs of underwear.  I asked myself how these underwear came to lie here.  As I am a natural at mystery-solving, here are the conclusions I have drawn:  Someone accidentally had three pairs of underwear still stuck in their pant leg (as this can sometimes happen) when they went to dispose of their trash and upon arrival, the three silently made their way out.  Now their owner is frantically searching through the laundry for his/her three favorite pairs of underwear, never thinking to check in front of the dumpster.  Or maybe a young woman was jump roping all the way to the dumpster wearing four pairs of underwear, due to the recent cold spell, and three of the pairs slid off unnoticed.  The final explanation is that someone drove by quickly and wanted to get rid of his ex-girlfriend's underwear that had been left in his car (three times) and just chucked them in the general direction of a very sad-looking dumpster.  These seem to be the only three plausible explanations for this phenomenon.  I suppose you may draw your own conclusions.

I am including photo evidence of this ridiculous garbage receptacle and the various add-ons left by my neighbors.