Who left a banana on my motorbike seat outside Wat Bo?

I came out of a cafe outside Wat Bo on Friday around 3pm and found a perfectly ripe banana in the exact middle of my motorbike seat. No note. Nobody around. I looked at the banana, I looked up and down the street, and I ate the banana. It was the best banana I have had in this country, and I have had a lot of bananas. If it was a mistake, I am sorry. If it was kindness, you have it. I have left one on a different seat every Friday since. Nobody has confessed yet.