I was nervous that I wasn’t going to have a suitable entry to follow up the T madness from Friday, but oh was I wrong.

So last night, my roommate gets home and proceeds to tell me and my sister that boy does she has a story for us. I’m all “Yeah whatever I almost saw some woman fall off the train. Beat that chica.”

So she was visiting family friends last who told her about their family member who happened to have been dog sitting all weekend. On Saturday, she arrived at the house to feed and walk the dogs. Except when she got to the door only one of the dogs was there.

She searched the house until she found the poor pooch dead in an upstairs bedroom. She called the family to tell them their sweet pup had passed, and they told her it wasn’t her fault and not to get upset, he was a old dog who had had a really good life — but could she take care of it?

So unsure of what to do, she called their vet’s office who informed her she would have to bring the dog in.

Well this dog? Huge. And not easily transportable for this girl.

She started looking around the house trying to get an idea of how to get this dog from point A to point B. And then she sees it: a giant roller piece of luggage.

It takes all her strength, but she gets the dog in the suitcase and out to the car. Once she arrives near the vet’s office, she pulls the luggage out of the car and realizes she has to get it up an outdoor flight of stairs before she even gets to the office.

She’s getting herself ready for the trip up the stairs, when this man sees her struggling and asks ever so polietly if she needed a hand. Thankfully she accepts.

Halfway up the stairs he says “This is a heavy bag – what you got in here?”

Not wanting to answer “UM. A BIG DEAD DOG.” she racked her brain for a logical answer and all she could come up with was “Electronics.”

ELECTRONICS? Haha. Whatever. Fine.

So they get to the top of the stairs, just as she’s going to thank him, the man looks around, PUNCHES THE GIRL IN THE STOMACH* and takes off with the bag.

Which may I remind you, actually contains A DEAD DOG.

Now I ask you, how much would you pay to be there when he opens that bag?

You could not in a million years set up a better pay back than that. That karma, sometimes she can be a bitch, but sometimes she just gives you a bitch. A big bag full of dead bitch.

It’s a great story huh? So good I had to post it, but I’m not sure if my roommate E knows (hopefully you’ll read this today) this story is an amazing urban legend. I hadn’t ever heard it, and I wish it was true. That would have made my friggin’ day.