There is something fulfilling about seeing a carload of yutes cruising the parking lot when they spy the purse on the trunk. They let one guy out and he saunters over, grabs the purse and leaps into the car. They usually get a few feet from the exit when all the doors fly open and guys run in all directions.
Reminds me of the old story we were told about someone catching a bobcat and putting it in an old suitcase. The old suitcase was left on the side of the road near where the pulpwood holderites would drive by and happily take it and shortly all 4 of the pulpwood truck occupants would be screaming and running out of the cab.