The wallet strikes back

Okay, so I went all the way out to Bankstown (more of a psy­cho­log­i­cal jour­ney than a phys­i­cal one). I meet the guy that had rung and he gave me back my wal­let.
There was $15 dol­lars still in it, which is most lik­ly all there was in there in the first place, my cred­it card, my gym card, my studnet card… noth­ing seems to be miss­ing at all.
So it seems I was pick-pock­et­ed by some­one who did­n’t want any­thing?
Chalk it up as bloody strange and move on.