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They don't all pay
*The Clever Little Old Lady’s Hustle*
A little old lady was strolling down the street, dragging two large plastic garbage bags behind her. One of the bags had a small tear, and every so often, a $20 bill would slip out onto the sidewalk.
A policeman noticed this and hurried over. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, “but you’ve got $20 bills falling out of your bag.”
“Oh, really? Darn it!” the old lady exclaimed. “Thank you for letting me know, Officer. I’ll go back and see if I can find them.”
The cop, now a bit suspicious, stopped her. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Where did you get all that money? You didn’t steal it, did you?”
“Oh, no,” she replied with a chuckle. “Nothing like that. You see, my backyard backs up to a golf course. A lot of golfers come by and, well, relieve themselves through a knothole in my fence, right into my flower garden. Used to drive me crazy—ruined my flowers, you know. Then I had an idea.”
She leaned in conspiratorially. “I started waiting behind the fence with my hedge clippers. Whenever a golfer sticks his business through the knothole, I grab it and say, ‘Alright, buddy, $20 or it’s coming off!’”
The cop burst out laughing. “That’s… well, that’s certainly creative! I’ve got to hand it to you, that’s some clever thinking. But, uh,” he added, pointing to the other bag, “what’s in that one?”
The old lady gave him a sly grin and said, “Not everyone pays.”
