>bags, one in each hand. There's a hole in one of the bags, and once in a
>while a $20 bill flies out of it onto the pavement.
>
>Noticing this, a policeman stops her. 'Ma'am, there are $20 bills falling
>out of that bag...
>
>'darn!' says the little old lady ... 'I'd better go back and see if I can
>find some of them. Thanks for the warning!'
>
>'Well, now, not so fast,' says the cop. 'How did you get all that money?
>Did you steal it?'
>
>'Oh, no', says the little old lady. 'You see, my yard backs up to the
>sixth fairway of the Municipal Golf Course. A lot of golfers come and pee
>in the bushes, right into my flower beds!' So, I go and stand behind the
>bushes with a big hedge clipper, and each time someone sticks his thingie
>through the bushes, I yell: '$20 or off it comes!''
>
>'Hey, not a bad idea!' laughs the cop. 'Good luck!' By the way, what's in
>the other bag?'
>'Well', says the little old lady, 'Not all of them pay.
>