A Golden Oldie

 

 

A little old lady was walking down the street
dragging two large trash bags behind her.
One of the bags had a small tear in it and once in
a while, a $20 bill would pop out onto the sidewalk.

Noticing this, a policeman stopped her. "Ma'am,"
he said, "there are $20 bills falling out of your
trash bag."

"Oh, Damn" said the little old lady. "I'm almost at
the bank, but I'd better go back and see if I can find
them. Thanks for telling me."

"Well, now, not so fast," said the cop. "Where did you
get a sack full of money? You didn't steal it, did you?"

"Oh, no, no," said the old lady. "My back yard is right
next to a golf course. Golfers hit out of bounds and while
looking for their ball, come to the fence and pee through
a knot hole. Right into my flower garden. It used to really
make me angry. Kills the flowers, you know. But then
I got an idea to make the best of it."

"And what's that?" asked the policeman.

"I stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet,
with my hedge clippers. Every time a golfer sticks it
through my fence to pee on my flowers, I grab hold and
yell, 'Okay buddy! Hand over 20 bucks or off it comes.' "

"Well, that seems only fair," said the policeman. "They
are trespassing and destroying your property. But surely
you didn't make enough money to fill two sacks, what's
in the other one?"

"Not everybody pays."