On my way back home, I spied a credit card lying near the curb of Sterrettania, near the Giant Eagle on 26th Street. I looked through various internet directories and the phone book trying to track the person down, but I didn't feel like paying $9.95 to get their phone number. So, I called the number on the back of the card. They were surprised that I had called to let them know I had found it, and promptly cancelled it. "Most people aren't as honest as you are," said the fellow on the phone. It's a shame that it's probably true. In fact, I was debating on calling it in because of the very real threat of being sued or under suspicion for stealing a card. I'm glad I did, though - I would hope that someone would do the same for me.