In the not-too-distant past, I was awarded a credit card from a company called Magnises that specializes in outfitting young, cool, and significantly-attractive people with a heavy, metallic payment option that only comes in the most wealth-indicating of colors: black. As a writer in New York City, the idea of having enough money to own a black card seems like a jape with a capital J, but regardless, I have one and have been using it with the kind of insouciant pleasure that one gets from going on a shopping spree without consequences.
Naturally, the juxtapositional pairing of a fancy black card with a non-fancy guy in $11 sweatshirts has produced some pretty hilarious reactions. So, I thought, Why not catalogue some of my favorite responses from around town along with my responses to their responses? People, this is what happens when you use a black card in New York City.
(Also, I'm quite aware that my personal information is flagrantly showcased on the Internet. Feel free to steal my identity, I have about $20 in my checking account and I'm being stalked by that van full of plutonium-hungry dudes from Back to the Future.)