Artist's concept of cyberspace and
how it expands
Or so I thought.
Inexorably, the dimensions of the dilemma began to sink in. I didn’t know the code to the car’s keyless entry pad, so that was of no use. I had neither cash nor house key – both were on the passenger seat with the ignition key. So was my iPhone containing cell numbers – none listed in the white pages, of course – of everyone I might call for assistance. My laptop with the same set of phone numbers was stashed in the cargo compartment. Sure, there was still the Capital One, but taxis around here don’t typically take credit cards (no Taxi Magic in this town). Besides, unlike, say, the back door of your house, a credit card won’t jimmy your car door.