Well, this isn’t my story, but one of the aunt of a friend of mine. (It’s kind of morbid, just a heads up.)
She was house sitting for a friend, and looking after this big old dog. It was only for a couple of days, so she thought it was easy money.
Then one morning the dog just dies. Out of nowhere, no sign it was gonna happen, dead.
So now she’s freaking out. Her friend is gonna think she murdered this dog, right? So she decides that she’s going to take it to a vet (for a goddamn post mortem) to clear any suspicion of doggy homicide.
Problem is, the nearest vet that will do this is a tube ride away, and she has no car. So she’s got to take the huge dead dog with her. Which would be fine, if she has a dog carrier.
Since her friend was back soon, she improvised with the only thing she had.
So she was lugging this extremely heavy bag filled with dead canine down a huge flight of stairs, worrying like hell about what her friend is going to say when a nice young man offers to help her with suitcase. Exhausted, she accepted.
And he fucking took off with the suitcase in a full on sprint.
I don’t know how she explained it to the friend. All I know is some fucking jackass opened a stolen suitcase and found nothing but a giant dead dog.
Good luck selling that on ebay, asshole.