George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He’d been to a lot of cities all across the world, eating exotic foods and meeting strange and mysterious people, and every time he’d buy a fare card for the bus or the subway.
After a while, he had fare cards for dozens of cities, and he couldn’t remember which one was for which place.
So many colors and logos.
Oyster, Q Pass… who knew what these meant? Is this one for Boston? New York? Paris? Rome?
George made a few bucks selling the empty cards to unsuspecting tourists.