> There were a few moments I put my hand into my pocket to take out my phone to look up something I was curious about. My phone wasn’t there.

> I smiled. Every. Single. Time.

> On the second day, I randomly walked into a neighborhood café. I ordered an americano with a double shot of espresso.

And then I paid for the coffee with my pho- oh fuck.

It happened to me several times for real. Credit cards not accepted for charges below $15; cash in my wallet $4.05. Next I spend 30 minutes trying to install my bank app with a horrible cell connection so that I can use Zelle to send that $6 payment for coffee. The barista thinks I am a bum.