Today, I went to Potbelly and only when it was time to pay did I realize I had forgotten my wallet! The girl was super nice and let me go ahead and eat and then bring the payment later. So unexpected and so trusting. Thank you, Potbelly at Preston and Forest!
Perhaps I forgot my wallet because I am just not used to having one anymore. For the past few months, I've operated with cash in my pockets.
I kept a little in each pocket:
1. front left pocket - petty cash for small purchases
2. front right pocket - house and alley keys
3. back left pocket - just enough cash for the bus fare (easy access and low attention-garnering)
4. back right pocket - larger bills for larger purchases
Yes, people, I had a system. I had learned to distribute the wealth from a friend in Guatemala City. This way, if I got robbed (quite likely considering where I lived and that my roommate and neighbor were each robbed during my time there), I would be able to truthfully empty a pocket, which usually satisfied the intruder, and then I would still have enough to get home.
That is the mindset I have been operating under. Upon my return to the States, I reinstated the use of my wallet. It feels funny to have all my money in one place. But chances are incredibly low that I will be robbed from my car (transportation was the main culprit in Guate), so I’m OK with the wallet thing.
Now the problem is just remembering said wallet.
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