I got off the train and was sauntering off to work, preparing my mind for the day ahead. I heard a bit of yelling and ignored it. Then someone ran up to me to give me my jersey. I had it hung over my handbag and it obviously fell. Twas nice of that guy who saw it fall to return it to me. It made me smile that there are honest people in the world. However, herein lies the twist. And there is always a twist to make things bizarre.
He was walking in front of me by the time I exited the station. Just outside he met with what looked like two school boys. Money and teeny tiny packages exchanged hands. Obviously he was shady, and dodgy. Obviously something was amiss. But nice enough to give me my jersey. And I am still confused even though the work day has almost ended.
What do you make of the incident?