I have been riding my bicycle along the Ship Canal Trail. It’s relatively flat and connects with some other trails. Anyway, on Friday I go for a ride after work. I get to Fisherman’s Terminal and realized, oh shit, my wallet.
At this point, it’s dusk, so I go back to my apartment hoping to see it on the way. No luck, so I canceled my debit card. The next day, I was able to get a replacement at BECU. I also went to Westlake Station and picked up a new ORCA Card.
I get home and I’m trying to figure out how to transfer my account from the old ORCA Card to the new one, when I get a buzz. I answered it, and the people found my wallet and came to the apartment to give it back.
I mean! Come on. Incredibly grateful that they would do that. I was just back from getting a new card, so I was in a nice button down shirt and a tie on a Saturday. Fancy guy to give his wallet back to.
