My friend�s friend was dog sitting for a family for a couple weeks. On Day #2, the dog died. After a sad phone call, the family asked that she haul the dog to the vet for cremation, since you can�t leave 60 pounds of dead dog in an apartment for two weeks without coming home to an awful stench.

So, how do you transport 60 pounds of dead dog?

If you�re her size, a box certainly isn�t gonna do it. She can�t lift 60 pounds of dead (ahem) weight. So she located a roller suitcase to ease the transport.

Why this friend didn�t find someone with a car, I don�t know. Why she didn�t just use a taxi, I really don�t know. But there she was one afternoon, pulling the rolling suitcase up the stairs to the el tracks.

It isn�t very often that someone gives up their seat to the elderly, that people don�t shove their ways onto an already-crowded train, or that someone isn�t shouting about how much he or she loves Jesus during rush hour, so consideration isn�t the norm.

When a guy offered to help her get the rolling suitcase up the stairs, she politely declined. The dead dog was her responsibility, and it was a little creepy to have a guy help her pull dead dog up the steps, even if he didn�t know the rolling case�s contents.

He again offered, and she again declined.

He tried starting conversation with her about what was so heavy in her case, but she blew him off.

After her train ride, coincidence had it that he got off at her stop. His consideration continued, and this time she didn�t decline. After all, 60 pounds of dog is heavy on the stairs, he was truly willing to help, and he would never need to know what was in the case.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs and went through the turnstile, he took off running, pulling the rolling case behind him, leaving her there both caseless and dogless.

I don�t know if he was expecting gold bars, bricks of cocaine, or a bunch of vacation knickknacks, but imagine his horror when he opens the suitcase and sees a dead dog.

May that teach the bastard a lesson. �