Ok quick, odd story I only just remembered because why not.
We were getting off the train in Sheffield, returning home from work, and in front of us was a man taking a bike off the train. He was struggling a bit and suddenly dropped the bike in the middle of the train door. We and the man had the following brief exchange:
TL: Oh dear.
Man: Is not a deer, is a bike!
We exited onto the platform:
Man: You hold for moment.
One of the team had the bike thrust into her hands while the man walked around the platform in little circles for about ten secomds. He then grabbed the bike and vanished through the station and into the night. Who knows what dreams he is now brightening.
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