An elderly couple, John and Maureen Barnden were celebrating their sixtieth wedding anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood, just outside Burlington in the State of Vermont, shortly after they retired.
Holding hands, John and Maureen strolled back to their old school. It was not locked, so they went in and found the old desk they’d shared, where John had carved “I love you, Moz.”
On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet; Maureen quickly picked it up, and not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money: seventy-thousand dollars. [approx.£45,000 GBP]
John pronounced, ‘We’ve got to give it back, Moz.’
Maureen replied quickly, ‘Finders keepers, sweetheart,’ and she put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.
The next day, two policemen were going from door to door in their neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on John and Maureen’s door.
‘Excuse me, sorry to trouble you, but did either of you find a bag that fell out of a Bank van yesterday?’
Maureen responded firmly, ‘No.’
John retorted clearly and loudly, ‘She’s lying. She hid it up in the attic.’
Maureen glared and said, ‘Don’t you believe him, he’s getting senile.’
The agents turned to John and began to question him. One says, ‘Now sir, think back to yesterday and tell us the whole story right from the beginning.’
‘Well,’ started John, ‘it was like this: when Maureen and I were walking home from school yesterday …..‘
The first policeman turns to his partner and raising his eyes to the heavens murmurs, ‘Let’s go, Buddy.’
Moral of the story? Nope. LOL
Just something I read and wanted to share.