Harold placed the package inside one of the cages in his basement, locked the gate, and walked away. I shoulda thought of this before, he thought.
His wife was in the kitchen when Harold came up from the basement. “How was your first day?” she asked.
“Great,” Harold said, sitting down at the table. “I drive around dropping off packages people ordered on line. It’s easy and there are great perks.”
Harold figured he’d take home just one package a day of the several dozen on his route, and sell it on eBay. No one will notice one undelivered package.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.