There's nowt as strange as folk is there? The fare I picked up mid-morning was two guys who said they were going into town. Neither of them looked to be full of the joys of spring, probably as the result of the previous heavy night out on the town. But when we got into town I thought it a bit odd when asked to stop near a dead-end back street.
One of the guys jumped out the cab and ran down the back street. A moment later he reappeared shaking his head and ran off down another nearby back street.
His pal who was still sat in the taxi muttered something about him losing his wallet. After a few more back street searches and head shaking they carried on with the journey. Mmm maybe he had lost his wallet, but fancy not knowing which back street he had been down, and why was he there in the first place eh!