here's a story i overheard in a hospital waiting room today:
...and he stole my bag! i mean tried to, because he must've been the unluckiest thief ever. grabbed my bag and yanked it and took off with it, and all i had time to do was yell, "THIEF!" it was by the small canal, you see, that he was running. such bad luck he had, hitting head on some guy who was coming down this way, and he - that other guy, that is - turned out to be some marshal arts champion or whatever, and so i got my bag back right away... and nothing missing!
oh, i am so shaken still. it was yesterday, but you know, a trauma like this will stick around for a while...
i thought this was a pretty good story for a lower middle-class lady in her fifties... just hope she doesn't hold the copyrights.
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