Concern for the card's owner was immediately followed by concern for myself. The ticket machine had probably just snapped a picture of me using someone else's debit card.
Note: I don't know if UTA actually does this, but it would be just my luck.
What if it wasn't an oversight? What if the card was loot from a burglary or even a homicide? Detectives would track the card's use to this particular TRAX machine and sort through the photos until they got to mine.
Detective: "Hey, that's that idiot from The Tribune."
Lieutenant: "Cool. Roll K-9 and SWAT."
This was serious. The ticket had only cost $5, but it's a felony to fraudulently use someone else's card and you don't necessarily have to be guilty for it to make the news in a highly embarrassing way.
Nightly news: "The controversial columnist reportedly used the stolen card to purchase Justin Bieber concert tickets."
Quite obviously I needed to do something about this right away. If not for the owner's piece of mind, then for my own well-being.
Calling the toll-free number on the back of the card (1-800-USELESS) to report its whereabouts was a waste of time. I might just as well have tried phoning the moon.
A machine offered to help me check my balance, inquire about a loan process or talk to another machine. Seeking more personal attention, I called two of the local branches and got the exact same machine.
Then I did something even more useless. I tried to locate the card's owner online. When I couldn't find anything for free, I used a people locator service. For a small fee they will get you the most up-to-date information.
I ended up paying $6 for an address that was now a Wal-Mart parking lot and a phone number that hadn't been used since Nixon was in office.
My frustration increased along with my concern. Thanks to machines it was getting harder to do the right thing and/or keep myself out of trouble. In addition to the time, it was costing me money for something that wasn't my fault.
When I finally arrived downtown, the card had been in my possession for more than an hour. The cops probably had The Tribune building staked out just waiting for me to show up and get covered in dog.