What kind of sins did I commit for karma to hit me like this?

My journey to Melbourne ended up being a sad affair of tears, nose blowing, and moans of despair.

I jumped off the plane the instant the door opened and sought a phone like a newborn seeks air after the slap.

I dialed his number. It didn't work. The wretched phone kept on swallowing coins like a black hole until I ran out of Australian change. I shoved my credit card down its throat. Exasperated, I ...