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I was standing in a parking lot last week, a dreary December afternoon, cold and wet, when I got the text message from my wife.

I felt the phone buzz in my coat pocket as I chatted with the grocery store employee who had brought out my curbside order. I had to get out of the car and into the cold because there’s no button on the dashboard to open the trunk from the inside.

If I’m being completely honest, it’s possible there’s a button and I just don’t know where it is.

But these kinds of encounters are usually the only time I socialize in a real way, and I didn’t mind the lousy...