Two days ago I left my primary debit card (I proudly don’t have a credit card) at a combination restaurant and jazz club in Seal Beach called Spaghettini’s. I called yesterday and they said right away, “Yup, we have it.” I could ask them to send it overnight via FedEx but I don’t want to wait so screw it — I’m driving down to pick it up now. Down that awful stretch of road called the 405. It’ll take me just under three hours to get down and back. Google Maps says it’ll take me 59 minutes to get down there. I hate doing this but it’s better to get it over with.