Locked out of my apartment last night. Just as the locksmith showed up, I realized the keys were in my back pocket. Javier, the locksmith, seemed so jazzed to drill my locks, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him it was in vain. Had an amazing convo with Javier as he was working, all about how his mother and brother don’t get along. At the end of it, he said, “I feel like I should pay you for listening to me,” but then he gave me the bill. Still, the most personally rewarding $250 I’ve spent in some time.