frick and frack

frick and frack is what my parents call the guy who owns the art shop a few doors south of us at the store, his real name is bill, I call him frame-master-bill, he is WACKO... in fact he takes WACKO to a WHOLE new level...

He has this lovely pair of neon yellow cargo shorts,
He has bright red hair with grey roots,
He is a vespa scooter enthousiast,
He is a close talker... and a slow talker...

anyways, he is nuts, and I either talk to him to waste time or I avoid him like the plague

today I walked past his vespa parked on yonge street a few times, each time I got a better look at the contents of a transparent bag hanging off of it. the first time I was like "what the hell, is that a shower puff?!?!" so on my way back from the variety store I took a better look and sure enough it was a teal coloured shower puff, then I went to mail some letters, and I noticed a towel in the bag, on the way back I saw shower gel and other bathing tools...

what the hell? first, why do you bring these things to work.
second... why leave them hanging in a clear bag off YOUR cream and turquoise vespa that EVERYONE knows is yours??
I was telling my mom this and she said "Well its not like anyone would take it, think about it, something that bill used to dry himself with, and other things in a bag with it, that is NOT something someone is going to steal!!"

I just ask the question: why?