Three burglars broke into a woman’s house in Phoenix.
One of them held up his hands and said,
“Relax, ma’am. We’re not here to hurt you. Just hand over your cash and jewelry.”
Shaking nervously, the woman gave them everything she had.
One burglar looked around the house and suddenly said,
“Oh, and don’t forget that anniversary ring.”
The woman froze.
“Uh… okay.”
“And the watch your daughter sent you from Italy.”
She stared at him.
“Sure…”
“And that expensive coffee you’ve been making with your new machine.”
At this point, she was completely confused—but handed it over anyway.
The burglar glanced toward the kitchen.
“Oh, and that chocolate cake you made yesterday.”
The woman finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“How in the world do you know about all that?”
The burglar smiled.
“Ma’am… you posted every single thing on Facebook.”
The woman went silent.
The burglars walked out with her valuables.
She stood there staring at her phone.
Then she slowly whispered:
“Tomorrow… I’m posting that I own three very angry guard dogs.”
