One dollar?
Comin' right up. In the form of my super-duper trusty-rusty handy-dandy ATM CARD.
Everyone was all:
DUDE - that guy's RAD! Stand back, he's whippin' out the plastic.
But it wasn't in the pocket I thought it was in. I felt three, four times just to make sure. Nor wasn't it
not
in the pocket I
didn't
think it was in.
It wasn't in either pocket.
No, that's impossible. I quite clearly remember picking it up off the floor. I may be stupid, but I'm not an idiot. Possibly I mis-felt? Did I put it somewhere unusual? My sock? My
shirt
pocket? It must be
somewhere
on my person!
All right, what the FUCK??? Did I have it at all when I left the house? Was I holding it in my hand and I just absent-mindedly dropped it? How should I know? Why don't I take better care of my things? OF ALL THE PRECIOUS THINGS YOU OWN, YOUR ATM CARD IS THE MOST IMPORTANT. AND NOW IT'S GONE -
YOUR ATM CARD IS GONE.
IT'S GONE, AND EVERYONE IS STARING AT ME.
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