Since I’ve undertaken the mission to forego cash, I realize that I have been on a mental and physical detox from all late-night outings. An unintended consequence indeed.
First lesson in college: always carry cash when going out, for cabs, dinner/food trucks, cash bars, random homeless person, cute rickshaw boy, etc.
How many of these things can be considered monthly nondiscretionary spending? None. I’ve taken the liberty to cut them out of my budget.
But the story doesn’t end there. When a girl really needs a drink at social hour, she will do anything, appropriate by Fletcher standards, to get her hands on a drink.
Speaking of which, time for social hour. The plan today is to gently deploy my charm, wit, and nonsensical humor in an effort to persuade/coerce a kind human soul to buy me a drink, for which I will be eternally grateful.
Yes it’s been that sort of week.