So the left pocket of my windbreaker got jammed because the fabric got snared in both sides. Normally I’d just say “fuck it” and forget about it. But see, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that my ID card was in there, and the hole wasn’t big enough to get it out.
Fortunately, Comrade managed to yank it out after a minute of fumbling. Where he obtained the leverage I can only guess.