I moved to the country for three months last summer with a friend and while there I noticed his meager and nearly demolished CD collection that wasn't even worthy of being listened to (one of the CD's was nothing but the sounds of black people having sex).
When I asked him where he got his shitty CD collection from he said "The side of the road", I laughed and asked him again and he said the same thing guaranteeing me beyond the shadow of a doubt that he got them from the side of the road.
Of course I thought it was him being his usual annoying self but a month later while walking down the road in the middle of nowhere, he spotted a CD laying in a ditch and the first thing he said was "Oh sweet, a new CD" he picked it up, brought it back home, listened to it and tossed it into his CD collection.