Good evening, Las Vegas! It’s time for my daily bit of advice. Don’t worry, it’s free. Consider it a comp.

Other people exist.

I know some part of your primitive animal brain must realize this. You are on a narrow sidewalk, you have eyes, or you are with someone who has eyes: you must see the million people surrounding you. And yet, you shuffle along like molasses, stop to organize your group of ten in middle of the walkway, hold up traffic in both directions so you can take the absolutely perfect photo in front of that fountain, which will keep the absolutely perfect photo you took in front of that other fountain company on your flash card for all time.

Other people exist. And we hate you.