I got my jacket back
In february my beloved black leather jacket got rubbed in a bar in Zurich. I bought it long a go in Nuremberg on a short trip and falled deaply in love with it. The one that took my jacket left his own which was nothing else then cheap quality. Oh well, I brought it to the police, reported the rubbing and informed the insurrance.
Now, last weekend, we just went to Stuttgart to Galleria Kaufhof (the chain I had the jacket from) and have been looking for leather jackets as I'm petty picky. And wow, I'm impressed. They still sell the same model I had. And of course I had to buy it.
Now Roger is a happy puppy. The leather jacket is back in my wardrobe and everything is okay. The winter can come. Just don't tell my wife I said so.
