Golfers are without reason.

A little old lady was walking down the street dragging two large plastic garbage bags behind her.

One of the bags was ripped and every once in a while a $20 bill fell out onto the sidewalk.

Noticing this, a police officer stopped her, and said, "Ma'am, there are $20 bills falling out of that bag."

"Oh, really? Thanks for telling me officer.!" said the little old lady. "I'll get them when I go home as usual.”

“Where are you dragging the bags?”

“The bank. They let me use their dumpster.”

"Well, now, not so fast," said the cop. “Where did you get all that money? You didn't steal it, did you?"

"Oh, no, no!" said the old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to a Golf course. A lot of Golfers come and pee through a knot hole in my fence, right into my flower garden. It used to really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know. Then I thought, 'Why not make the best of it?’'

"So, now, I stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet like, with my hedge clippers. Every time some guy sticks his thing through my fence, I grab it and say, 'Gotcha! Give me $20, or live without it.'"

"Well, that seems only fair," said the cop, laughing. "OK. Good luck! Oh, by the way, what's in the other bag?"

"Well, you know", said the little old lady, "not everybody pays.”