In Mallorca, if you want to get rid of something and can't be bothered to take it to the provided dumping ground, you just need to place it beside the regular garbage bins on the streets, and by morning, it will be gone. Those chairs/stools wouldn't last an evening.
There are folks who drive from one communal collection bin to the next, examining and retrieving what they know has value. As they say in Yorkshire, or so I'm told: where there's muck there's money.
Just realised that those collectors at the sharp end of the business are somewhat like Irving Penn's assistants who went out into the streets to collect fag ends etc, for the master to photograph in the studio; behind every great man...
There is an entire world out there of which most know next to nothing. We throw around hip phrases such as street smarts, but others, literally, have them.
Guess it was ever so; La Forteleza, a property out on a peninsula all its own, here in Puerto Pollensa (featured in the tv series The Night Manager), was once owned by a Brit who reportedly made his zillions out of waste disposal. It's one of the most expensive real estate sites in Spain.
Next month SeƱor Nadal, the tennis ace, marries his long-time sweetheart there. I'm still awaiting my invitation... pesky postal services.