The woman must have seen something—someone placing the bag in my trunk—and found a quiet way to warn me. Writing on the receipt was fast, discreet, and safe. If she’d spoken aloud, the thief might have been nearby, watching.
Because of her quick thinking, the police traced the bag to the group responsible. Over the next few weeks, arrests were made. Stolen property was returned. Victims got closure.
But I think about her often. About the moment she chose to act. A quiet decision that may have saved me from walking into a nightmare.
Since then, I shop differently. I’m more alert in parking lots. I check my trunk before driving off. I glance twice at my receipts, half-expecting another message.Continue reading…