…to the gentleman who returned my coat to the bar he took it from accidentally last week.
We had gone to Café Nol on the Westerstraat in the Joordan, Amsterdam after our work Christmas-do where I left my coat, scarf and hat amongst those of my colleagues. At the end of the night my coat was not there. Instead a similar navy wool overcoat was left over at the end of the night. The worst part of it all was that my passport was in the inside breast pocket of my overcoat.
The next morning I cancelled my passport, and filed a report with the police. I called the bar and left a message with my name and number. Lo-and-behold today I received a call back, apologizing that I was only being contacted now but that a gentleman had returned my coat the very next day. The person who had picked up my message at the bar was off work until today and somehow had put my telephone number in their pocket only find out today that the coat was returned.
When I arrived at the café this evening I discovered my passport was still in the pocket, as were my hat and scarf. Apparently the young man was mortified and profusely apologetic, particularly given the matter of the passport.
Yet again I am proved right that it was the wisest decision of my life to move to Amsterdam. It’s a lovely place with (mostly) lovely people.
P.S. Also a kind word for the good people at Mr Porter who confirmed that I will be able to get a full refund on the replacement coat I ordered from them which was dispatched today before they could intercept it. They also confirmed they will cover my return shipping costs. Thank you!