An unfunny story

Una volta mia madre è stata scippata, le hanno rubato una borsa gialla. Lei naturalmente non voleva lasciarla e l’hanno trascinata per parecchi metri per terra, il suo ginocchio era distrutto.

Suo marito voleva vendicarla e cercava disperatamente i colpevoli, finché un giorno, mentre camminavano in centro, mia madre ha visto un tipo che gli sembrava lo scippatore. Il marito, in mezzo alla gente, lo ha aggredito, lo ha buttato per terra e lo trascinava violentemente tirandolo dal braccio. “Questo è quello che hai fatto a mia moglie!” gli urlava, mentre l’altro urlava dal dolore e diceva che non aveva fatto niente. Gli ha rotto il braccio, ma mia madre si era sbagliata, non era lui lo scippatore. Ogni volta che mia madre racconta questa storia, ride fino alle lacrime.

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Once my mother was mugged, her yellow bag was stolen. Of course, she didn't want to let go of her bag and they dragged her several meters on the ground, her knee was destroyed.

Her husband wanted to avenge her and was desperately looking for the responsible, until one day, while they were walking downtown, my mother saw a guy who looked like the mugger. The husband attacked him among people, threw him to the ground and dragged him violently by pulling by his arm. “This is what you did to my wife!” he screamed at him, while the other screamed in pain and said that he hadn't done anything. He broke his arm, but my mother was wrong, he wasn't the mugger. Every time my mother tells this story, she laughs until she cries.