Yes, I know. You’re super important. And you’re late. And you really need to get a seat and arrive wherever it is you’re headed. In fact, you’re so important and so late that you’re going to push me, the first person in line, out of the way. You will physically move me with your body, even though you’re over a foot taller and most likely a good 70-80 pounds heavier than I. You are a grown man who can and will shove women and cut the entire line to obtain seating on the train during rush hour. And you are certainly entitled to that. Because you are so important.