What Goes Around Comes Around.

A friend of my Dad has dogs which he walks every day along a disused railway track. He is a good man and takes good care of his dogs and is a responsible owner so he always cleans up after them. One day he was walking along the track as usual when a hooded man ran from behind him, snatched the dog walkers carrier bag, believing it to be of value, he then sprinted off with it. This story always amuses me, I can picture the hooded man crouched under a dark railway bridge gleefully plunging his hand into the bag to see the riches he had looted. Imagine his horror when what he had his hand in was in fact just dog poop? Maybe he would have learnt a valuable lesson there!