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So let’s say you’re the sort of person for whom it takes a metric hour to find stuff in your wallet. Let’s further say you’re standing in a line, at the end of which you will be required to find something in your wallet. It behooves you, for the sake of your line mates who all, like you, have better things to do than stand in this particular line, it behooves you to get whatever it is ready while you’re waiting.

Honestly I can’t say how many times I’ve been in a line waiting and waiting and then th eperson in front of me gets to pay for a stick of gum for like ten minutes. Come on, you couldn’t have pulled a buck out of your wallet for the 10 minutes you were waiting there picking your nose?

Or what about the dude running down the stairs to the train, maybe even brushing past you to get through the turnstile, only to stop – standing in the turnstile – blocking the rest of the rush hour traffic, while he busts out his wallet to look for the metrocard? I mean. COME ON. It isn’t rocket science. It’s, you know, common courtesy – getting things ready in advance is the only thing (*) that separates us from the animals and flinging poo at each other! It’s society, baby!

(*) not the only thing, the other thing is orderly, obeyed queues onto airplanes that load from the back to the front. But that’s it.