I punch him in the arm playfully and slip my credit card in my back pocket. I feel something in my stomach and stop midstep, setting my hand atop it. "Oh god."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What holds you betwixt panic and serenity? That is, if it's not among the many querulous quagmires unfit for elaboration. — soundofmind as Emiliano Achillinus