Hey, ZeldaDear Diary:I was on a crowded M104 bus going up Broadway on a Friday afternoon. From the front of the bus, a loud voice announced, “Someone lost a credit card.”“It’s mine,” a woman at the back said. We all put our hands over our heads as the card passed from one person to the next until it reached its rightful owner — except she wasn’t. “It’s not mine.”All hands went up again, and the card started its return trip to the front. I didn’t have my glasses handy, so I handed it to a traffic officer standing next to me.

Source: New York Times September 10, 2018 06:56 UTC