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.