The dumpster wheeled itself out of the Post Office parking lot across the street as dramatic winds raced across the city, turned left, smashed into the front end of a new car and went on its way. That driver must have been pissed after having to plug the meter only to be subjected to Dents by Dumpster. Returning to my window a little while later, both the dumpster and the car were gone. You don’t get this sort of reality show via Netflix streaming or discs, I concluded post-crash. Easy for me to call this entertainment. It’s not my car.