'Abang Keropok'

'abang keropok' is in malay translated as 'the guy who sells chips/snacks'

Despite the title being 'Abang Keropok', he is not the sole reason of this post but merely a trigger of another topic.

Trust

It started when my mom told me a malay man, probably in his mid thirties came knocking on the door at about 3pm to sell his 'keropok'. Not only that, he asked my mom if he could come in and pray for his afternoon prayers. Of course, being cautious, my mom politely refused for obvious reasons. He accepted my mom's rejection but asked if he could leave his 1 big bag of kerepok (he had 2 with him) for a while so that he can do his prayers and rounds. My mom said yes and asked him to leave it in the corridor and she will take care of it.

Minutes became hours and by the time my mom shared me the story, it was close to 6pm. Where is this man?

With my wild imaginations, i began to wonder this man's intentions. 

Why would a stranger trust another stranger to guard his half a day's worth of goods?

Is he just a naive man who trusts someone too much just because of our similar religion and race? I can think of some people despite of any religion and race who would steal his goods without a heartbeat.

Is he really a con man whose 'Plan A' failed when mak refused his request to pray in our house and wish to secretly take back his 'kerepok' and then claimed that he never did and framed us in stealing his?

Is there a robot/evil spirit hidden in the plastic bag and will only come out when we were sleeping in the middle of the night and steal and kill us!?

Yea, I went back to reality when i got to that point but you can't blame me when 6pm turned to 9pm. Beside the obvious fact that i have severe trust issues, i came to think of what has the world has become.

To know that someone has his full trust on a mere stranger is almost preposterous.

Am i the only one who thinks this way? Is a stranger's trust is so rare that it has to be doubted?

Anyways, it was getting late and we don't want to be bothered by a knock on the door when we were sleeping so we left the bag covered outside our door.

 50 minutes later, the man came back for his kerepok. He apologized, thanked us and went on his merry way. 

He was lucky, we don't have bad intentions but would he be lucky the next time?