The line at the grocery store checkout finally opened up, but no surprise, I fumbled my own wallet, spilling my ID onto the floor. Meanwhile, the kid behind me was tapping away on his smartphone. No concern for anyone else's time, just him checking his notifications like a robot in a trance. Now he's giving me a knowing smirk like I've lost it because my card's declined.
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