What are you doing there, mate?
Heading home in Carlton this evening, I spotted a caucasian man, in his late thirties with a short, stout build, fitted into a dark coloured jumper and a black beanie (looking so classically burglar-ish), fiddling about with a bicycle parked next to a sign post. After handling the heavy chain for abit and studying the lock, (discounting the fact that I was practically staring at him) he figured it would be too much trouble cutting the lock, and walked off.
Very dodgy.
What would you have done?
