It was admittedly a pretty weird experience, made several degrees more surreal by the fact that I was wearing a mask and we were making the trade during a global pandemic. I can’t imagine what it looked like to anyone driving past. I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to come with me, as backup, to which she replied: “Why, so I have to watch as he kills you and takes the Jordan?” One of my friends, a lawyer, suggested that I request a police escort, like she’s advised clients to do when returning home to get personal items in a divorce.