He handed her his card. She swiped it. The machine whirred, groaned, and then— click —a small strip of thermal paper emerged.
Just then, Arjun’s phone buzzed. An email. From Metro Water Authority. metro water bill pay
“It’s really that simple?” he asked, amazed. He handed her his card
He’d woken up late, spilled coffee on his only clean tie, and now, as he stood in his kitchen trying to toast a bagel, a single, unforgiving slip of orange paper taped to his refrigerator caught his eye. amazed. He’d woken up late
“Three hundred twenty-two dollars and fifty cents. Includes the late fee, I’m afraid.”