Call a friend.

You take out your busted burner phone from 2003 and call your friend Max. As the phone rings you can only imagine how you are going to convince him to help you out. The phone keeps ringing. And ringing. And then it stops. You swear under your breath and hangup, knowing that Max isn’t the sort to check his messages, let alone get back to the people who leave them.

Well, that was a bust. You could always swing around to his place and try to catch him there. It’s a 10 minute walk from your apartment. Or you could reevaluate you choices and try something else.