Some dude at the bar stole my phone once, which just happened to be an Android phone. I waited a couple of hours and then asked the bartender if I could see his credit card receipt (it was a slow night, she had no trouble finding it,) which had his name printed on it. I then proceeded to look him up on 411.com (he was listed, luckily) and went the 1.5 miles to his house and knocked on his door at 1:30AM, and asked for my phone back. Quite possibly fearing for his life at that point, he obliged.
Drunk people do stupid things!
