Yep. I've got "Heavy Trash Day" marked on my calendar.
The evening before I prowl the neighborhood foraging. I've collected some neat stuff, most recently a large, solid wood, butcher-block dining table whose pedestal had come loose (cheesy fasteners plus rambunctious kids is my guess). A few of the right kind of screws, and I'm good to go.
My son found an unused Corvette moon roof ! Sold the thing on Ebay for over $200.
I've got competition, though. Some folks come through looking for discarded refrigerators, water heaters, and the like. I assume they disassemble them for the scrap metal value. The trash people are not supposed to pick up a fridge unless it has a certificate of proper freon disposal attached. The gypsy gleaners don't seem to mind this missing detail.
Fortunately, I live on a busy street and when I put something out - whoosh! I lugged a console TV to the curb with a hand-written sign "Works!" It was gone before I could return with the remote control.
The shortest interval, though, took place when I put out a ghastly (large) oil painting of a Mexican castanet player. There was much tire-screeching, shouts in a foreign language, and fist waving. Gone in twenty seconds.
Anyway, I figure reuse is better than recycle and either is better than landfill.