A friend of mine just returned from vacationing in Kentucky to visit his son and to meet his son's girlfriend.
Apparently the girlfriend hit it off with my friend and his wife as she told them this story of one of her girlfiends:
My son's girlfriend Jackie told us this story about one of her girlfriends. This girl, Amy, was in New York City for three months working as an intern during college. The girl was fortunate enough to be able to housesit for some family friends who were out of the country. As it happened, the family’s dog, an 80-pound golden retriever, died while she was there, alone. She called the family and told them what happened; they told her to take the dog to the vet. Easier said than done, Amy’s only a 100 pounds, so she put the dog in a garbage bag and then into a suitcase. Wheeled the suitcase out the door, down to the subway and to the station near the vet. Problem was at this station, there were stairs and she couldn’t haul the suitcase up the stairs. But to the rescue came some fellow, who helped her drag the suitcase up the stairs – then knocked her down and took off with the suitcase!
Okay, I don’t know if this story is true, but Jackie says this really did happen to her friend. Personally, I really hope it’s true; I’d have paid money to see the reaction on the guy’s face when he opened the suitcase.
I also hope the story's true.
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