My parents thought it an important milestone towards growing up, being more responsible, etc. I guess I didn't get that memo, as I was hoping for a slingshot at the time.
As I saw the wallet as completely useless, it sat in a drawer for many years gathering dust.
Today, I was buying gas.
I reached into my wallet to pull out a credit card, and — dang!! — the entire contents fell into the Crevice Of No Return: that slim gap between the driver’s seat and the center console. Down on my knees, fishing out small plastic cards, I became seriously exasperated.
And I was once again reminded of how utterly useless a men’s wallet should be in this day and age.