I was at a wild rave after-party in Ottawa, Canada, and a bunch of vile gangsta dudes came into the house. The busses had stopped by this point, and wouldn't start for another few hours, so my girlfriend and I slept on a couch in the middle of the party, and I held onto my pack.
I woke up a while later and my pack was gone. Dude had lifted it from right under my grasp. Wow. Then I went looking around the house for it, and realized someone had stolen my shoes, from the front area, too. There was three-feet of snow outside, and a fresh layer just falling. -25*C. So I wrapped plastic bags around my feet and wandered out. Just a bit behind the house, I found my empty bag (I guess they didn't realize the worth of the mil pack, or just were looking for valuable shit....? but oddly they stole my already-stolen airline blanket, some sweaty rave clothes, and some other shit... fair, I guess, re: the airline blanket).
Anyway, I saw their tracks continuing up the lane, and started to follow the fresh thief-sign in the snow. The sun was coming up, and I tracked their trail to the bus station, but lost it there amongst the clusterfuck of early-workers. Asked security to see the cameras; they told me to go fuck myself in the usual bureaucratic custom of Canada.
Still, kind of worth the experience, anyway.