I don’t care if they aren’t attached.
While subbing at a library in the Kansas City area a while back, I had the following exchange with a patron:
Patron: “Um, Miss, someone left their leg and their back pack near the seating area over there?!”
Me: “Yes, I see that,” I say, as I glance over to see a prosthetic leg and brightly colored backpack. “Well, I suppose they will come back for it. They must have left it there for a reason. I imagine they are here somewhere.”
Patron: “Well, should we hold onto it or just leave it? What if they forgot it or something.”
Me: “No, Sir, I think we should leave it, that doesn’t seem something that is easy to forget, plus there is a back pack near it.”
Patron: “Well, okay, I won’t move the leg.”
Me: “Yes, please don’t move the leg. But thank you for letting me know.”
An hour later I looked up to see that the leg and bag disappeared as mysteriously as they had shown up.
Proof that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.