Elderly woman was out strolling her dog

An elderly woman was walking her dog in the evening.

A young man approached her, took her purse, and ran away.

A couple across the street hurried over to check on her, stating that they had called the cops and they would arrive in a few minutes.

The old woman grins and tells the newlyweds this. She uses an old purse to hold her dog’s excrement until she can dispose of it at home.

Imagine the thief’s surprise when he opens the purse.

VA

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