CP: I know a fun game. It's easy and can be played anywhere, anytime.
RN: I thought you were over "Marry, Date or Dump?"
CP: Don't interrupt. You select a man, any man, and order him to place his wallet upon the table. Then go through it in a coldhearted edit, tossing out the expired bus pass, the curled Post-its and the discount punch cards for an oil change at that place that closed two years ago.
RN: What's with that? I recently observed a loved one -- who shall go unnamed -- pull out a wallet so unwieldy that I thought he had retrieved a folded, leatherbound copy of "The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich" from his Levi's.
CP: The game isn't over yet.
RN: The most revealing takeaway from playing Crash This Wallet with a friend was when he sheepishly pulled out a pass for a subway system that's approximately 1,200 miles from his St. Paul home. Handy.
CP: Once the billfold's contents have been trimmed, it's time to toss out the actual wallet, too.
RN: Exactly. I just saw a guy crack open one of those tri-fold nylon wallets with the Velcro fasteners. And no, we were not in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area, circa 1982.