“Whenever I sit down at McDonald’s, I scan for exits. I look for reflective surfaces so I can see all angles of all those who come and go. I figure out who might be the greatest threat, and I think of at least two weapons within reach that I could use to defend myself.”
I’ve heard this spiel in one way or another from those who tout the “operator” card loud and proud, wishing everyone within ear’s reach thinks they’re a potent mix of 007 meets Bob Lee Swagger.
They might try and sound a lot like Jason Bourne:
Bourne: Who has a safety deposit box full of money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the first thing I’m doing is I’m catching the sightlines and looking for an exit.