Ever had one of those great heartwarming dinners that you hope will never end, then hope that it will end, then wonder why it hasn't ended, then jeez, could that be the sun coming up over there? You've just been pickpocketed by a slow drawer, friend. Nothing -- nothing -- is going to make them go for either the check or their wallet. However, the tiniest motion that you make toward the ticket will not only immediately be acknowledged with profuse gratitude, you might actually be nominated for sainthood.