Ethics of the road

When I got to Munich, my first thought was that I needed cash. Stepping out of the airport at midday, I met sun too bright to comfortably keep my eyes open and felt the heaviness of switching from the U.S. time zone, now six hours behind. I found a row of conveniently numerous bright yellow ATMs, so I stepped up to the closest one and reached into my purse. Deciding which slot of the machine to insert my debit card, I hesitated. That's when I heard an

When I got to Munich, my first thought was that I needed cash. Stepping out of the airport at midday, I met sun too bright to comfortably keep my eyes open and felt the heaviness of switching from the U.S. time zone, now six hours behind. I found a row of conveniently numerous bright yellow ATMs, so I stepped up to the closest one and reached into my purse. Deciding which slot of the machine to insert my debit card, I hesitated. That's when I heard an Australian accent directed at me: "That's no…