Lost coats in two airports

Wearing three layers and carrying coats we probably looked a little weird boarding in 90 degree weather at LAX. Wouldn’t have looked that way in Mpls. where we had a two hour lay-over…we read, ate, got ready to board when Ruth said, “Where is your sports coat? Whoops, where is my jacket?” Tom raced, bum knee and all, back to the arrival gate. A very nice Northwest ticket agent saved our coats from the plane about to head for Orlando (who would need a coat there?). We thought we wouldn’t do that again. We didn’t - until our next stop, Amsterdam AP: when departing to Glasgow we boarded the plane and Tom said, do you have my coat? Back up the airplane aisle, against traffic, down the ramp, Tom found the coat in the waiting room. How ‘bout that double luck.