The Stolen Jacket

Have you ever had something stolen from you that had major sentimental value? Well last night this happen to me. We went to Cargo bar with a group of friends. A night with friends, drinks and laughs was all we wanted. We found a table to stand next to the whole night. Basically the table had a small area underneath to hold bags and other belongings. So I left my jacket under the bags on that section of the table. We stood by the table the entire night. There was always one of us there when we went to get drinks from the bar. We danced next to the table so it wasn’t like we left the table alone at any time.

It must have happen in the last hour we were there. There was a group of people sharing the table with us. Some how my leather jacket went missing. I noticed that my jacket wasn’t there. I knew that it was stolen when it wasn’t there. We searched the entire bar for the jacket but couldn’t find it.

Finally we reported it to the security guard on duty. He had a look at the videotape because there is camera’s around the bar but apparently the footage was too dark to make out who was who. For fucks sake what type of a stupid bar has cameras and knows that it’s going to be dark in there and doesn’t have infrared light or something. What period are we living in when some fuckwit can just walk out with someone stuff without being caught on tape? To me what was inside the jacket was more important than the jacket itself.