Someone took our vegetable box and someone else brought it back

This morning, at around 7am, someone knocked on the door and when I answered it I saw a man holding a biggish cardboard box.
There was a woman standing down on the footpath looking up at us.
The man said hello and then began to explain that he wasn't a delivery man, but that this was our box of vegetables.
'I live over on G street,' he said holding the box out toward me, 'and we found this in the street outside our house,'
'Oh,' I said, looking inside the box , 'we were wondering what happened to our vegetable box,'
Inside the box was a cauliflower, a carrot, a bunch of beet root and a small plastic bag with mushrooms in it.
'We recognised the box because we get a delivery from the same company,' said the man, who had a black moustache and was wearing a baseball cap and a blue polo shirt with a name tag of a solar installation company pinned to it.
I took the box of vegetables and stood there looking down at the few vegetables left.
'They have only taken, which would make sense if it was a homeless person, the things they didn't need to cook, like...all the fruit,' I said.

The man and the woman and I all agreed that it was probably a homeless person who had taken it and then we chatted for a bit about the box, about the the neighbourhood, about how good the Mexican take away on the corner is, about where was the best place for the vegetable delivery to be left, and then laughed and said that we hoped whoever had taken the fruit had enjoyed
it.
And then the man said, 'My name is Robert,'
'Hello, Robert' I said putting the vegetable box on the porch and holding out my hand, 'my name is Toni, and thank you for bringing back our vegetable box.'