Comfortable Disappearance

A co-worker of mine at my 2nd job told me this. To make things more simple, I’ll repeat it as if he were telling it to me.

So, a friend of mine’s neighbors ask her to dogsit for them. So, she said, “Sure.” The first day the neighbors are gone on vacation, my friend stops by to find one of their dogs dead! Yes, deceased! So, my friend called her neighbors to tell them the bad news. Their reply is, “Well, we understand; he was an old dog. Could you please take him to the vet?” Not wanting to sound inconsiderate, she obliges. Except for one minor detail: she doesn’t have a car, and this is a large dog. So, she finds an old suitcase to take the dog to the vet with. She hops on the rail system, lugging her huge suitcase. While she’s getting off, some guy sees her struggling and asks her if she needs help. So she says, “Yes.” The guy asks her what’s in her suitcase, and of course, my friend doesn’t want to tell him that it’s a dead dog, so her reply is, “Electronics.” So, this dude punches her in the stomach and steals the suitcase! I guess he got his “just deserts.”

I’m pretty sure this co-worker of mine was not lying to me, but it’s still a pretty far-out tale.