Here we have a local charity bin.
I can think of two reasons why all that charity clothing and pots and pans are lying on the ground.
Some lazy sod couldn't be bothered getting his stuff in through the slot at the top. I doubt that, since anyone who is organised enough to get all their old crap together and to take it to a charity bin is not the type who will baulk at the last hurdle and fail to stuff their old tweeds into the bin.
The more likely explanation is that some local shithead has decided to go rooting through the bin for something useful, and couldn't be bothered to clean up after themself post mess making.
We have a lovely town square in Five Wog. I'd dearly like to bring back the stocks. And a spot of birching in public.