The best part of the story - is that it is 100% true.
Imagine a little college town, full of holiday shoppers.
Streets are flooded with cars coming.... and going... everyone in a hurry to get those last minute packages....
Everyone except for a cat who has met it's demise on the busy streets during Christmas time.
Well, in one of the cars - travels a group of four women who have just left the mall. One of whom is a major cat lover, and when she spies the deceased sprawled in the street - announces that the driver MUST turn around so she can pick up the lost soul, and give it a proper burial at her farm.
So, the driver does just that.
Turns the car around, and Cat Lover empties her Dillard's department store bag and gently places the cat inside. They put the Dillard's bag into the trunk and continue to their next stop - a restaurant nearby for lunch.
The four lovely ladies exit the vehicle and debate on what to do with their cat in a bag.
One suggests the car might get a little warm, now that the sun had begun to shine - so after much discussion, they decide to leave the bag on the trunk of the car hoping that the cool wind will keep things as is until they are finished with their late lunch.
They enter the restaurant and request a table by a big picture window where they can keep an eye on the Dillard's bag.
After a round of drinks, and salad, they see a lady walking in the parking lot, through the row of cars leading towards them.
She spies the bag on the trunk,
looks left
looks right
and quickly grabs the bag off of the trunk and keeps on walking.
Well, as you can imagine, the four lunching ladies are shocked that their cat in a bag has just been "lifted"...
But wait.
It gets better.
Not long after, into the bar enters Ms. Fingers.
No. Lie.
And yes, she's proudly toting the Dillard's bag along with her purse and other items...
Well, Ms. Fingers seats herself at the bar, orders a drink, and begins to look through her menu. She places her order, takes a sip, and then decides to get into the Dillard's bag to see what her take is.
Without looking, she plunges her hand into the bag -
and FAINTS.
Passing out cold, falling off her bar stool, and into the restaurant floor.
At this point our four lunching ladies are seriously about to pee themselves from hysterics.
The waitress gets water and a towel, the bartender calls 911.
The ambulance arrives, loads up the semi-conscious Ms. Fingers onto a gurney and begins to whisk her away -
but not before the waitress stops them in time to hurriedly stack her purse, and her Dillard's shopping bag onto her chest to be loaded into the waiting ambulance.
The four lunching ladies finished their coffee,
paid their bill,
and left the restaurant with smiles on their faces
- never saying a word.
The End.
You can't make this stuff up....
