You could so easily get mixed up in a crime scene. Many years ago Mrs Gti and I were walking in that valley down beside the M62 where it climbs up to the PW bridge at Blackstone Edge. Some hefty guys drove up the track in a van and parked a little beyond us, which was a odd but we ignored it. Next four equally useful looking blokes turned up in a car, parked just behind us, jumped out and raced up the track behind us. We assumed they were heading up for a chat with the van blokes but the moment when they caught up and overtook us was a little worrying.
Last Friday I pressed the call button on a lift for a public car park under a main square in Budapest. When the doors opened there was a dealer squatting on the floor sorting out some white powder in a silver foil package. My colleague and I got in and ignored him and he ignored us. Could have been different though.