Covert op

The afternoon had become stormy. I'd already been to the Goodwill. Meier and Frank did not accept my returns. Not wanting to have these rejected items in my house and not wanting to throw them away, I set a plan into motion. One where they would hopefully be found by a kind individual who would enjoy them.

The mission: to leave them behind without someone stopping me to say, "Excuse me miss, you left your bag." I sat on a mall bench overlooking the ice rink for exactly ten minutes. Surely anyone who had seen me sit down would have moved on. Then I could disclaim the bag if someone did stop me.

Just as I was about to leave, a woman sat beside me. What would I do? How long would she stay? Could I wait her out? The cup of ice cream she was working on seemed eternally full. Suddenly she was distracted by the Zamboni below. She turned her head and I moved away quickly, but without drawing notice.

I zigged and zagged through the department store, in case she were bold enough to pursue me with the bag. There's no way she could've tracked me down. Then I realized if anyone actually had seen my behavior, they might think terrorist of me. I was lucky not to be tackled by security on my way out.

Foretold ending: Someone will probably find the bag and take it to Lost and Found where it will be held unclaimed for months until it gets thrown away or taken to Goodwill.