The Green Card

Wednesday night in Amsterdam last week Jake and I were taking the tram back to the hostel. Just after stepping in the train, I noticed the guy next to me open his wallet to put his ticket back inside. Something green inside caught my eye. No it wasn’t money. It was the same debit card I’ve used for 12 years. (If you haven’t seen one, it’s a Christmas green.) Across the top it said “Portland Teachers Credit Union.”

I turned to face him directly and said, “So, you’re from Portland.” His face light up with surprise, but he was probably put at ease by my American accent. Small world.