Greetings all. I have been away for a while because of a recent career change in the form of a promotion. I have had to actually work instead of trolling on here, but I heard something a couple weeks ago that I could not pass up posting. My new position landed me in St. Louis for training. People from all over the country come to this training class when starting my position. I met all kinds of colorful people and heard all kinds of stories from them. One that stuck out was from a guy from Illinois named Bob. This is not my story, and I don't remember all the exact details, but I have put together a narrative to make it readable: This story is about Bob's girlfriend's sister. His girlfriend actually lives in St. Louis so I met her and there is no way she weighs more than 100 lbs. She is very attractive girl, but tiny. Bob says her sister is the same build and showed me a facebook picture of her from his phone. I don't know sister's name, but we will call her Sara. Sara was housesitting for a family in Chicago the summer before she started going to Loyola. She is not from Chicago, and all her friends that were going there with her had not moved up yet. She was helping out some family friends for a couple of weeks before she moved into the dorm and they made it worth her while while they were in Europe. It was a very nice house. They had a cat and golden retriever. Well one morning Sara wakes up and the dog does not walk up to her to be fed as usual. She finds the dog dead in the utility room. The family is not coming home for a week, so something has to be done. She gets hold of the family. The husband apologizes and said the dog had been acting funny as of late. It was old, and they were expecting this, just they wished it hadn't happen when they were gone. He told Sara he had already made arrangements with the vet for this situation. He told her he would pay her to take the dog there and reimburse her for any expenses, etc. Problem: the girl weighs 90 pounds, the dog weighs 70, she has no friends in Chicago, and does not have a car. The husband and her decide that she can put the dog in a trash bag and put it in a roller suitcase so she can get it out the door. Sara is going to take the train with the dead dog in a piece of luggage. She rolls the bag to the bus stop. Even with the rollers, she is struggling and is having trouble lifting the bag into the train once it comes. A normal, non-creepy looking guy comes up to her to help this little girl get it up into the train. "Damn," he says, "What is in the bag?" Not being prepared for the question, she comes up with something quick, "Ummm, I'm moving out and it's the last of my electronics." She was happy to get away from him and took an open seat at the other end of the train. She drags the bag off the train when she gets to the stop. She walks about a quarter block when the guy catches up with her. She was used to being hit on so she did not think anything of it when he caught up with her. He asks where her stop is and if he could help her get there. She agrees. Another quarter block later, she turns around to see the guy spinting away with the suitcase. Imagine being a fly on the wall when he opened the suitcase . . . Spoiler I told this story to a friend, and she said she had heard something similar before. I googled it and a very similar story came up. This guy had no reason to bs me, and even pulled out the picture of the girl, so I believe him at least as much as that he knew the girl it happened to. Either way, it is a very good story.
If the man had already made arrangements with the vet, a simple phone call to the vet explaining the situation would have resulted in the vet arranging for pick up. I do not believe this story.
I read it all... why, why did I read it? I knew it was going to suck? you forgot the ending... "when Sara had her luggage stolen from her she needed a way home so she whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the liscense plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything she could say that cab was rare, but she thought to herself, 'Sara, forget it', yo homes I don't care..."
