(I never went gomi-hunting in Tokyo, which is where the term comes from. In the palmy 90s the Japanese would discard your choice of electrical goods, and all the foreigners would happily grab them. Beat paying full price, especially when you couldn't take it home with you. Japan seems to be the only country in the world to run on 100 volts.)
The front lawn dollar store, like the front lawn library, is a helpful neighbourhood service, not a garbage dump. You put out things in reasonably good condition that someone else might be able to use. If no one can, come garbage day it gets carted off. Granted, some 'maybe it'll be useful' items are wishful thinking; but we're still not talking heaps of garbage piled on front lawns. (Or, again, not often. Heaps of unbagged garbage, or tattered garbage bags, tend to incur fines for the householder.) No, generally it's an item or two; sometimes it's a neat display of variegated Stuff; but if it goes out well before the alternate Thursday pick-up, one knows it's a goodwill offering.
And so today, a warm sunny Saturday, I came home with a wooden shoe rack which will replace my present cheap aluminum one if it fits the hallway; an Obusform back rest, from someplace in the tony Annex that also offered Chinese books and very amateur oil paintings; and a tall lamp, which I must rewire to take something other than a 60 watt bulb, because really what good are 60 watters? You'd think no one ever read in this town, and you'd probably be right. When I came back from Japan I rewired all my lamps to take trilight bulbs. What I can't remember is where I learned to wire lamps, because now I've forgotten how it's done