exactly what do you think is going to happen when you get up from your desk and walk across the office?
because... in case you hadn't noticed... your fifty pound wallet came with you.
I know this because it looks like a fricking brick shoved in your front pocket.
Dude... you look like a sneak thief leaving a Magic The Gathering convention.
I mean... a bank card... done.
maybe some cash.
but ... every piece of plastic ever issued with your name on it?
every canadian tire bill ever handed to you...
pictures of girls you knew in freaking grade school...
All good stuff muchachos... but you don't have to walk around with it constantly.
No really... the whole "guys and their wallets" thing is really kinda stupid.