I left my 6-year-old son at the entrance of a supermarket with the bags from a restaurant (we got takeout).
I’m standing in line at the checkout, and he yells that some woman took the bags. I ran out, and the woman calmly walked away.
After I caught up with her, she seriously told me that they were her bags! I just grabbed them and left.
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