Good moms must believe their children

One night when I came home from work and was bored, I walked in front of me, walking along the sidewalk, a somewhat chubby lady with grocery bags in her hands. Suddenly I reached it, but since I was walking almost at the same speed as me, I would have had to accelerate to pass it and I did not want to do it because it gave me eggs. So we walked together for a few meters, she forward, me behind.

The lady felt persecuted and began to flip sideways with a frightened gesture, and suddenly, the very crazy began to run. I accelerated the pace, and as I was in better physical condition (issues of age and height), I was still stuck to it without much effort. The fat girl then accelerated her little body and I also accelerated until I almost jogged, and I was still close to her. The lady from time to time made eye contact and noted that I was still behind. Finally, when we arrived at a dark place, she had to stop and almost choked by the effort, she told me in anguish, between snorts and snorts:

• Take all my money, but do not do anything.

-But ma'am, I do not understand, I just walked behind you.

"I'm not going to tell the police, or anything," he said without understanding what I had said, "take, take my purse, there are the 500 quetzales of my payment today," he said, extending his trembling hand with a cloth purse. typical

• Madam, excuse me, but I had no intention of bothering her. I only followed the game.

-Not no, go away and leave me alone, I have enough with the husband kept and drunk that I have. Leave me alone.

Seeing that the lady was in her own world, I had no choice but to run away with my purse of 500 quetzales.

In the house I had to endure the bad looks of my mother who distrusts that what I say is true. The good thing was that with that the internet and the phone was paid that dad did not want to pay, because he says that I'm just wasting the pisto in chat and pornography, which is a false thing, of course.