Visa Card

Many cars must have driven over the little piece of plastic that was out there in the third lane of downtown traffic on Broadway and 95th street. The CapitalOne visa card was there, pigeon down, pressing more and more into the asphalt. The signature was so tiny, shy, it avoided the 19 numbers on the back. I put the card into my back pocket and forgot about it for the entire day. Just called the CapitalOne and the person will get a new card in 24 hours. Why am I writing this down? Would it be more interesting if I wrote about the sniper? ; )