I come in here, and the first thing I'm doing
is I'm catching the sightlines...
...and looking for an exit.

I can tell you the license plate numbers
of all six cars outside.

I know that our waitress is left-handed...

...and the guy sitting at the counter weighs
215 pounds and can handle himself.

I know the best place to look for a gun
is the cab of the grey truck outside.

At this altitude, I can run flat out for
a half-mile before my hands start shaking.