At the weekend I was sitting on the train and I thought, hang on, my leg’s going numb. That’s not ideal. After briefly contemplating that maybe I was about to have some sort of gargantuan heart attack or something, I realised that I was in fact sitting on my wallet. Not for the first time, either.
Now, it has occurred to me before that I maybe don’t need every card I’ve ever owned to be on my person at all times. And if I can’t be slimmer, maybe my gentleman’s accessories can be.
So, I thought to myself, I should get a new wallet.
You may be thinking, ok grandad, why do you carry a wallet at all? Everyone pays with their phone now. And I would agree, and I do too. But:
1. I feel profoundly uncomfortable relying on the phone. A card never runs out of batteries.
2. I need my credit card for emergencies. My credit limit is considerably higher than my savings.
3. My door fob lives in it.
4. A gentleman should have a wallet.
I am unsure which I consider most important.
Ten years ago I would have agonised for days about the choice, or asked Twitter for recommendations. But there then and here now I’d probably get a load of replies that contactless is the tool of the devil, or that I should make my own out of gaffer tape to avoid knuckling under to Big Wallet, or some such bollocks. And in truth I am less pretentious about stuff these days. So I got a perfectly nice leather one in TK Maxx, of all places!
Of course now I can’t tell if it’s in my pocket at all.
@mavit the perversity of the universe once again :)