It's a very special feeling walking around the world without a wallet, without that thick piece of leather or fabric that chafes in your pocket, creates weird pant silhouettes, makes sitting uncomfortable, and provides almost as much resistance as the Vietnamese did to the Americans in the Vietnam War when you have to pull it out on the plane. But worse than this is the realization that you've lost her. Goodbye money, cards, driver's license, etc. Or not?
