On Being an American I
Do these things look like they might be related? Yeah, I’d say so too. But that was not the prevailing thought in my room the other day.
For whatever reason, a discussion arose about ATMs and one man noted he had a Maestro card. I assured him that the card would work in Cirrus (MasterCard) ATMs. He disagreed, saying they were different.
Well, yes, but look at the card, I said. It’s the same symbol, the same typography. “No, no,” he said. “The Cirrus has a blue circle. Maestro has a red circle.” One of his countryman agreed with him.
Now as it happened, I was coincidentally on the Maestro Card FAQ a short time later, and I found my way to printing the page that includes the line “Maestro is a member of the MasterCard/Maestro/Cirrus ATM network…” I presented it to my doubter a short time later, perhaps a shade triumphantly.
That’s when things got interesting. Though he immediately acknowledged his mistake, he put my zeal for accuracy down to my being an American. It wasn’t that I in particular was one didactic dude, it was that Americans in general thought they knew it all, and thus how could I help being that way?
It’s interesting, when you get thrown into a diverse situation like this, that some use nationality as a filter through which to judge personality.