Most of her day was spent with her head in the dumpster, but when she came up for fresh air she always had something that interested her. Many times it was just cold food and warm cans of soda, and on occasion it was an umbrella or hat that someone left behind in the restaurant. Her favorite floppy hat was used to shield her from the hot L.A. Sun, with her vast collection of umbrellas, rainy days were no problem. She looked not older than twenty five and it was rumored that she had escaped from a mental institution and didn't want to be returned. But nobody seemed to care what her past was, and they let her live her humble lifestyle .