Last Night I Flushed My Debit Card Down the Toilet

That's pretty much the whole story. My aunt and uncle took me to a great French restaurant and between the cheese plate and the main course I flushed my debit card down the toilet. (Btw, you judge the quality of a restaurant not by its food or decor, but by the power of its flush. We, obviously, were at a very nice restaurant.)

Now, you may be asking yourself why I would flush my debit card down the toilet. True, it would have come in handy during my 9-day, 3,000-mile road trip, but the thing is, I'm not living a life of convenience. I'm living a life of challenge, of excitment, of glamour (in retrospect) ... And now, I'm living a life in which I never, ever, ever carry my debit card in my back pocket.