I Waited For Big Cash Day

I took petrol station jobs knowing exactly how I’d leave them. I watched the patterns and waited for the days when the till was heavy. Weekends, holidays, paydays. When it felt right, I waited for a quiet moment, grabbed the cash, and walked straight out. No shouting, no panic. Into my car, engine running, gone. I never went back for my things. I never used my real address. Managers would call for days before realising. I did it more than once, always somewhere new. Someone always had to explain the loss. It was never me.