It's summer. The trees are full with leaves and the air is warm. I am riding my bicycle home from work. It's an unusual route that takes me further away from home. I park on top of a hill and decide to take the bus back. The bus stop looks abandoned, as though the bus might forget me if I were to wait there. Still, I wait with my bicycle in the warm summer sun. There are large bushes behind me and a tree covering up the bus stop sign. A man approaches me. He tells me that the bus isn't going to come for me here, that I should go to another bus stop. So I take my bike and head towards another bus stop. The man grabs my wallet from my bag. I try to run after him, but instead stand there and demand he drop my wallet. He turns around, smirks and dumps the entire content of my wallet into a bush. Everything, I say. Even my debit card. He hands over my debit card. I feel like I've won.
