A story someone told me on the way to LA
My friend has a friend who occasionally apartment sits for families on vacation. One day, she finds out the family’s dog is dead. “What should I do with it?” she asks. “Take it the vet. They’ll keep the body until we’re home.” But this family lives in a highrise in Manhattan. And this girl has no car.
So she decides to put the dead dog in a suitcase and tries to take it on the subway. The suitcase is really heavy and she’s having trouble lifting it up the stairs. A man offers to help her. “Oh man, this suitcase is heavy. What do you have in there?” She doesn’t want to tell him what’s really in there. So she goes, “Just a lot of electronics.”
Then the man punches her in the face and runs off with the suitcase.
