Japan Makes You Do Crazy Things
I just sorted frantically through the stuff on the ledge in my closet. I threw aside two active credit cards like expired coupons. I didn’t find what I wanted, though: an old, used bus transfer.
I was just struck for a few minutes that I’m living in a world where a thing I used throw en masse into the trash, TriMet bus transfers, are of value to me. And a bottle of Black Butte Porter is worth its weight in platinum.1
- Not gold, of course. Its always worth its weight in gold! [↩]