Exciting imaginative contest!

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In order to console myself on the destruction of my favourite jacket, I've decided to open a contest for Most Entertaining Explanation of how the mysterious damage occurred. Following the example of welcomerain, I'm offering prizes. Since I'm no graphic artist, first prize will be a fascinating and appropriate ethnic name in the language of your choice.

The Facts: Shortly after 5 p.m. last night, I boarded the southbound Express train. I took a seat facing against the direction of travel and laid my right arm on the sill of the adjoining window. It was then that I noticed two pairs of small holes, each large enough to poke a finger through, along either side of the seam on the underside of the right sleeve. Each pair is separated by about eight centimetres; the pairs are slightly staggered relative to each other. The most forward hole is almost at the seam where the sleeve meets the wrist and its staggered counterpart on the opposite side of the sleeve seam is 2 cm. from the wrist seam.

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I say it's a conspiracy by Master Card to make you charge up some more credit for them. You know, maybe they used leprechauns with mideval surgical equipment or maybe those worm-humans that came to the U. S. on that nuclear Russian ship on that episode of The X-Files did it. Maybe a gynecologist discovered his lover is seeing another woman and in a fit of rage he stabbed at your jacket blindly with his speculum. Maybe an industrial worker borrowed your jacket while you were sleeping for her job in the factory's night shift and then returned it before you awoke, but in that night she got involved in an industrial accident and if it weren't for your jacket her arm would have been pulled off at the socket.