If you ever really want to be scared out of your whits by just how intensely so many aspects of one's life are tied to just a few trifling pieces of plastic -- a driver's license, an ATM card, credit cards -- then do as I did today and absent-mindedly leave your wallet on the kitchen table before heading off for work.
Though I'd highly recommend that, unlike me, you realize the error of your ways before parking in a $15 a day lot, on the chance it turns out you've only got $9 in your pocket.
that title is pretty hot; i was disappointed to read that it was about a wallet. :)
Posted by: Joanna | February 14, 2006 at 11:08 PM
Well, it's not sausage chinstraps, but I do my best.
Posted by: R.J. Lehmann | February 15, 2006 at 07:06 AM
So how did you manage to get your car out? If you were parked in one of the many lots around town that are owned by Ethiopian immigrants, perhaps they cut you some slack. Those guys were generally pretty affable in my experience.
Posted by: Bob | February 16, 2006 at 03:52 PM
They may have let me slide if I tried it, as I am a regular. In this case, I resorted to bumming $6 from a fellow member of the Fourth Estate in exchange for giving him a ride back to Alexandria.
Posted by: R.J. Lehmann | February 16, 2006 at 05:30 PM