I doubt that my readers believe in Divine Justice but I was almost converted to the idea when I arrived for my international flight and had left my wallet with money and credit cards at home.
I still flew with just my passport and my
partner’s money and credit cards. The wallet arrived by express a week later.
I saw the irony
immediately.
I had had a credit card since 1958, when they were barely useful and had the first truly useful one that I created in 1968. Forty-three years without leaving my wonderful invention at home.
That was something close to divine justice. My feeling at the moment I realized I was without my credit cards will not be forgotten. I felt naked. My ability to buy nearly anything I wanted, even trivial whims, without anyone else’s approval... was a magic wand I had lost.
The card was not my identity, it was my hammer, knife and screw driver.... metaphoric tools. Without it, I was walking in the modern world with only access to a key ring size Swiss army knife.