My mom will be so proud

Remember that uneaten cheeseburger found in my handbag?

Well, when I told my mom the story, not only was she horrified that I fell asleep at Kings Cross, but she was visibly worried that I had picked the cheeseburger out of the trash or something.

Since I couldn’t remember buying it, she was convinced I had rummaged around for something to eat and hit the jackpot with an uneaten, wrapped cheeseburger. Because people throw those away all the time. And it’s so easy to find a trash can in London.

But she can rest easy.  I checked my bank account yesterday and whaddya know…there is a charge for a lone cheeseburger.

Yes, I charged a cheeseburger to my card but most impressively, I remembered my PIN.