I shall give account of my one and only time in trash. It wasn't a curb-side bin, it was a large industrial dumpster at the back of a big supermarket. I used to walk past it every evening on my way home from work and noted how it filled over the week. Monday it was always empty. The trash in there was almost mostly flat-packed cardboard boxes (I assume from deliveries of groceries now stacked on shelves). It was a reasonable size mall and fairly busy all the time, and the skip / dumpster was just at the end of the car-park, so a lot of people going past all the time.
One Friday evening after the pub on my way home I decided I'd climb in and sleep in it to see how it felt being trash. It was pretty full already, so I had to kind of 'climb' down through the card and clamber underneath. I got to about 3/4 way down and rested there. I was quite in the middle of it all - it would have taken a bit of effort to get out let's just say. I laid there and wrestled my arms down behind my back into my jeans and past my belt with some struggle just to really give the feeling that I had been helplessly thrown away. With the weight on me and lack of movement possible at this point it would be a struggle to get out in time if it were collected. But this was Friday evening, not Monday morning.
However, I hadn't actually known which day of the weekend it was collected, just that it was empty Monday morning when I walked past it to work. So I had another unknown, and I dozed off in a semi-drunk, semi aroused state.
Saturday morning I awoke to the sound of shoppers, cars, people all milling around, so I stayed silent and didn't move for fear of being found. Then the shop workers started piling in more card and black bags as the morning went on. It was getting harder and harder to move, and after a while I honestly thought I was stuck.
Then later in the afternoon I heard very distinct sound of air-brakes hissing from a large truck. In my mind there was only one truck likely to be in this part of the car-park, and I started to desperately get myself free. It was a huge struggle and all the while I could hear the truck collecting the dumpster next to me, then stop and reverse... I frantically tried to climb back out through the flat layers of card but it had been filled so much it was like trying to climb through a solid wall. I heard the revving of the engine on the truck - totally sounded like the compactor running. I made the most effort in my life I think I've ever made to get out before being picked up and thrown in the truck...
...obviously I made it or I wouldn't be here to tell the tale, and I would love that buzz again of course! Play careful though, I could quite easily have been totally trapped. I'd planned on using cuffs behind my back too! Thankfully I didn't or I wouldn't be here to tell the tale, I'd probably be processed and recycled with the cardboard!
Stay safe folks, but don't deny yourself.