Can you remember a time when a wallet held little more than money and a licence?
Now most also have a plethora of cards.
Mine has two from banks and a variety of loyalty cards from different businesses.
Sometimes I think it would be easier to just tattoo a universal barcode on my forehead. Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
But then, sometimes, as they’re designed to, one or other of the cards rewards the loyalty with a discount.
Even though part of my brain tells me I’ve paid for it, another part gets a little jolt of pleasure and is grateful for it.