I was walking around a RadioShack, the going out of business signs drew my attention. I flipped my long, highlighted, blonde hair off my shoulder and saw a small, red, pedometer sitting on a table with small devices and trinkets. It had a price tag for a dollar and I really needed to start working out, plus the thing had a weird sense of charm, so I decided to grab the device and head to the register. “Cash or card, ma’am?”