Who misses paying for things with cash? Well, I do
In high school, my 10 closest friends and I used to pile into Civics, Corollas and Mustangs and chug 40 minutes to fast-casual restaurants on Saturday nights. Sitting around sticky tables and binging on unlimited bread sticks, we gossiped, made fun of each other and ordered meals we believed were fancy, miming suburban adulthood. Fashion …