One afternoon, a little old lady was dragging two huge trash bags down the sidewalk when suddenly… flutter flutter… a $20 bill slipped out of one bag.
A passing policeman noticed and stopped her.
“Ma’am,” he said, “you’ve got twenty-dollar bills falling out of your bag.”
The old lady gasped.
“Oh heavens! I’d better go back and pick them up. Thank you so much, Officer!”
The cop narrowed his eyes.
“Hold on a minute. Where did all this money come from? You didn’t steal it, did you?”
The old woman chuckled.
“Oh goodness, no! You see, my backyard backs right up against the football stadium parking lot.”
The officer listened curiously.
“On game days,” she explained, “drunk fans used to sneak up to my fence and relieve themselves through a knot-hole right into my flower garden. Ruined my roses every single weekend!”
“So one day,” she continued proudly, “I figured… why not make a business out of it?”
The cop blinked.
“A business?”
“Yes indeed,” she smiled. “Now I hide quietly behind the fence with my hedge clippers. Whenever somebody sticks it through the hole, I grab it and yell—”
“Twenty bucks… or it’s coming off!”
The policeman burst out laughing.
“Well,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes, “can’t say I blame you. Seems fair enough!”
Then he pointed to the second bag.
“So… what’s in the other one?”
The little old lady grinned wickedly.
“Well, Officer… not everybody pays.”
