After developing Sciatica nerve damage from years of sitting on fat wallets, I now see time bombs everywhere. This hombre stood in line with me yesterday at the Mexican restaurant, basically taunting me with his bloated wallet. Unintimidated, I gave him a thoughtful, stern warning. I showed him a photo of my retired wallet (HERE) and explained "Wallet Sciatica". I rested my hand on his shoulder, steadied my gaze, and said, "Amigo, Sciatica is a door of pain you cannot shut." I could be wrong, but I believe a tear formed in his eye. He was silent, seemed reflective. Then, without a word, I turned and walked out the door, knowing I'd made a positive difference in the world. Later I realised I forgot to order food.