Plunder slumber

In an email to cj@thiscrazytrain.com Alton O. writes:

On my ride home last night, I went to the top part of the train and sat down with my computer bag and a spanking new bottle of coke I bought from the newsstand in union. I was pretty tired and I fell asleep almost immediately after the train left the station.
When I woke up just after Pickering, I reached down to get my coke and my hand felt nothing but the seat. My coke was gone. I looked around and under the seat and could not find it. As we get close to Ajax, and it's my stop, I get up to go downstairs and in that middle seat area is a guy drinking a bottle of coke that looks just like the one I had. Of course I can't prove he stole it from me but I can remember being behind him when we climbed the stairs of the train together when we first got on at Union and now he's moved. So I'm thinking, why did he move? Because he stole my coke!
I'm tired and cranky so I figure I'll call him out on it so I excuse myself and ask him if he found that coke bottle up on one of the seats and he just looks at me. Then out of nowhere, he starts mouthing off at me calling me a sh8t faced liar and an a55hole. Then he throws the almost empty bottle at me while I clamour down the three steps to bolt off the train. When I got onto the platform, he was slapping the window at me and giving me the double finger salute.
I call guilty and he owes me $2.25!