"Look," Steve said, pointing up the sidewalk.

They both watched as a man ran towards them, a bag in one hand and a gun in the other.

"Fuck," they said in unison.

And then a funny thing happened.

The man, obviously unaware of the homeless man and the crack ho sitting on the sidewalk, kept running at full speed right in their path. And then "Splat", down went the thief, his gun flying in front of him and his bag flying behind him. Given the layout, it wasn’t all that surprising that he jumped up, grabbed the gun and continued to run forward. Thieves rarely go in reverse.

Bunny sat there dumbfounded and Steve sat there laughing his ass off.

"What’s so funny?" she asked, standing up and going towards the bag.

"You know what irony is, Bunny?" he asked her, tears streaming down his face.

"No, what?" she asked, opening the bag.

"Being tripped by a one legged man. That’s irony, Bunny."

"How about having a bag of money fall into your one legged lap? What’s that called?" she asked, opening the bag for Steve to see.

He stopped laughing long enough to take a look and to notice the sound of sirens approaching.

"That?" he said, untying the cord around his pants where his leg used to be. "That’s God’s way of saying, ‘Enough’."

Bunny, though not usually one to catch on fast, saw what Steve was up to and quickly bent down and started stuffing the money into his open pants leg. It was more money than either had ever seen and it fit nicely down the usually empty leg of his jeans. And then, with the pants retied, they repositioned themselves on the sidewalk and waited for the inevitable. Five seconds later, the cops came blaring by.

Bunny and Steve both recognized the pair that pulled along side them and they, in return, recognized Steve and Bunny. And they knew that Steve and Bunny weren’t the white perpetrator with long blond hair that they were now looking for.

"Which way?" asked the cop that was driving.

"He went thata way." Bunny pointed in the exact opposite direction the thief had run.

"Fuck ‘em," she said, as they sped away.

"Fuck ‘em indeed," Steve said, patting his leg.