The Work Dumpster Diver Guy

I have a weekly dumpster diver that likes to visit my work. I work in an industrial area where there are a lot of diffrent warehouse and machine shops around. Also there is a huge recycling center a few miles away. This place is a mecca for all sorts of Gypsy's to take various metals and other metal stuff and sell it, maybe on E-bay, I don't really know. I have had this shaggy-hair, drifter come almost weekly to dive our dumpster, and each time he comes I have to shew him off like a fly. You see I don't care if he wants to dive into our trash and recycle all the used filters and other junk, it is better that he comes to collect the stuff so that it can be recycled anyway, if he can make a buck or two that's fine by me. The problem is the caveman's timing is always wrong, I constantly have traffic in and around our building because we have a stock yard were we sell our fuel tanks, and traffic seems to always be moving. The vehicle that Mr. Diver drives is an old Chevy truck held together with chicken wire and can fit three other guys that seem to always tag along to help out or maybe they are the pit crew for the truck for when it breaks down. I have meet with the diver group and even given them bottled water while I explained to them that it was important not to come trash collecting during working hours, but to come freely after hours. Each time the Sasquatch man appears with his freak parade, I have been polite and asked him to move his hill-billy mobile while I worked around his diving opps. I have dealt with the caveman who doesn't seem to speak a lick of English, but does understand "va-man-ous! el creep-os!!" I realize that he is probably supporting all of his family members in Mexico by recycling our waste, but I have told him too many times before to come after hours, so today I let him have it. I again found his truck blocking the entry while our customer had to wait to enter our stock yard. This time I did something diffrent, instead of asking him to stop what he and his g-grew were doing and move his truck, I simply started my forklift and I picked up his beater mobile with our fork lift, then moved his truck for him by lifting it with my forklift and moving it down the 200 foot drive, then across the street. I set it down gently and politely told him, and the freaks they had to beat it now. He cursed me out in Spanish or something, I don't think he had all of his teeth so I assume it was Spanish, a lot of nashing of teeth or gums. I wonder if he will listen and come get our used crap after hours like I asked. Something new to post anyway.