Glove Rustling

While I was chatting to a group of men in a bar tonight, one of them was very taken with my gloves. He pulled one off and put it on himself. I said, “I’ll need that back in a second,” and went on chatting to his mate. When I turned back he’d disappeared. Eventually I tracked him down and recovered the glove that he was reluctant to give back.

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