My hands are sweating when I hang up the phone. Anne sends the link right away, and I click on it. I can’t believe I’m about to go to an airport and try to get on a plane. I put my information into the form and find that it’s surprisingly easy to buy my ticket. I’m worried that as soon as I hit the button to confirm my order, an alarm will sound, the screen will flash red, and I’ll be denied my ticket. Maybe my apartment will even be swarmed with TSA agents. My finger hovers over the button. I’m getting palpitations. I close my eyes and tap the screen.
What is this new adult shit
