Boston

I finally found a parking spot at the airport, which, of course, wasn't free.

I hastily paid for the spot and grabbed my things.

The usual rush of people hit me as I entered the terminal.

I made my way to a small airport café, where I ordered a quick snack: a greasy bacon, egg, and cheese croissant, along with a large coffee.

As I munched on the croissant, my phone rang again.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello. This is Claire Thompson from Bank of America again. Could I use a moment of your time?"

I swallowed the last bit of croissant and took a sip of coffee, clearing my throat. "Sure. Go ahead."

"Great. I'm calling in regard to the recent large deposit to your account. I wanted to inform you that with this deposit, your balance has now reached a level that qualifies you for our exclusive Diamond Membership."

"I'm aware of that," I said. "But I'm pretty sure I need to maintain that balance for more than three months..."