I found my friend Oliver's stolen jacket today. I saw this kid who works in the cafeteria wearing the same jacket, and I took a peek at the elastic on the lower right of it (which Oliver said was broken, as well as wrote it down on the report), and what do ya know...it's broken too. I find Oliver, tell him I think I found it. He then grabs a security guard. Somehow the kid realized he was being sought after, and jetted. He was found later, and last I knew he was in the superintendents office. Felt like high school all over again. But, thanks to the kid for being a fucking retard, Oliver got his jacket back. And I got a nice big smooch on the cheek.